Soap Opera (Episode #9) - Poem by Bryan Corbett
Soap Opera (episode #9)
Ricardo was across town
sitting in the county jail
waiting for his arraignment
while family and friends gathered
in his house mourning his wife Sheila
and he was perfectly okay with that
Gretchen Fowler, as both Rebecca and Holly's godmother
had been staying at the house with them
since the day of the incident
and she would continue staying there
until Hudson could figure out how to
straighten out this whole mess
Holly was in the kitchen drinking
Vodka Red Bull - her fourth, so far
though Frank Storm was keeping an eye
on her from the backyard where he was
talking to Hudson
Rebecca was in the living room standing
in the middle of a circle of her dad's coworkers
Jack "Black Jack" Washington, the concrete foreman
Miguel "Dirty" Sanchez, the teamster captain
"Surreal" Neil Lewis with his wackadoo girlfriend Christine
and the next door neighbor Valerie
"I've always wanted to ask how the three of you
got your nicknames? " Rebecca asked
"Well, it's not my skin color, " Black Jack said.
"I got a weakness for the tables in Vegas.
And Neil got his because he's a fifty-year-old
who still thinks he's got a shot at rock stardom."
"And you, Dirty? " Rebecca asked.
"Well, it's not what you're thinking. Truth is,
I got stuck in traffic one day and shit my pants."
to be continued...
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