Don and Kathy are on parole
and there’s not much they can do
except hack,
so they share a taxi: he drives nights
and she drives days.
They both live at the Parker Suites
on Prince Street
with its pool of fungus
and biweekly gunfire.
Kathy used to work at McDonald’s
but stole 10 grand from the safe
and got ratted out
and nabbed over by Yin Yang’s Liquor.
Don is an old jack-o-lantern
caving in,
an avowed-since-Friday Catholic
barely one step ahead
of a meth habit.
If it’s not love,
it works for now.
He gives her a ride
to her community service job.
And she gives him a ride
to his urinalysis.
