I accept a call from a prison inmate.
It’s my little brother with a silly name.
Not cause he’s crazy
or cause he loves the antics of bugs bunny.
My mom started calling him that when he was a baby.
These calls are a dollar a minute.
Looney and my older sister don’t speak.
So he calls me whenever he gets in trouble
So I charged my debit card 10 dollars.
Leaving me 4 in my account.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, I’m good. Could you call rah?”
Rah is his girlfriend.
I was in the middle of washing dishes.
I dried my hands and merged the calls.
He talked to her like it was just another day.
I left the phone on speaker.
I went into the living room
and told my boyfriend
How stressed I was.