Poem: Numbers

A poem where I worry about the numbers

It wasn’t just me that copped it from
Richard, and I wasn’t — really — a victim.

I mean, sure, I was arrested, I watched
him punch the editor of a magazine I was
trying to write for; I was almost sadder to
see him no longer interested in things
we used to fight for…

Other people had huge bills to deal with
from damage he did, and the emotional
scars he left. I made it out and up and
away — I am okay. But now I wonder
about the others…

& not just where they are — and how
they are, but who they are…