Saturday, May 9, 2020

Probation Officer. By Wayne F. Burke


she went out to the club, got
drunk, blacked-out and
came-to in her bed
in the morning
lying beside a guy,
wearing an ankle bracelet,
whom she did not recognize--
he said his name was Fred
or Ed or Ned
and after getting up
out of bed
and smoking a cigarette, she
cooked some eggs
but there was no time to eat
because
Fred or Ned or Ed
needed a ride
to go
meet 
his P.O.







Wayne F. Burke's poetry has been widely published online and in print. He has published six full-length poetry collections, most recently DIFLUCAN (BareBack Press, 2019). He lives in the Pine Tree State.

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