Paul David Adkins
Man with Florida Tattooed on his Forehead Accused of Calling 911 to Ask for Ride Home

When I knew I didn’t have money for a cab,
and I was five miles from my house,
and it was 45 degrees at 4 a.m,
and I was in shorts and a t-shirt,
pair of Zoris on my feet,
and there was no one to answer the phone,
and my girlfriend was working at the Mobil on A1A,
and I don’t know how I got here, isn’t that
an emergency?
Is there no one who can slip me a ten and be done with it?
Is there not a single twenty-dollar bill floating around here somewhere
that I can lay my shaking hands on?
I gotta say, I’m bad at directions. Every time
I look in the mirror, the Pacific is lapping Miami.
The whole country, I think, is laid out west to east.