COURTESY CALLS
— Jennifer Schneider
A courtesy phone
hangs on the wall
opposite our holding cell
and next to the guard’s desk.
Black lacquer. Tightly coiled cord.
—Glimpses of our reflections on the receiver's handle.
The phone rings. Often.
No one answers. Ever.
Chief alluded to calls
from the city morgue next door.
—That’s when we canceled plans for the heist.
