Myriam Angelica's Poetry & Prose

The eminent poet - a breath away from being arrested

The carabineros came this afternoon asking for me.
I went to see what was the matter.

- He said: I have to take you away: arrested

- I politely asked: what did I do?

- There is a fine you did not pay. Here is the arrest order.

- Fine for what? Does it say?

- No, perhaps you parked in the wrong place. It happened in San Antonio...

- I don`t remember any fines, I said. But, it is OK you can take me away. You will only have a lady who can have a stroke because of the experience, I softly said.

- No, no, no.

- Then, what can we do? Paying the fine would be OK?

- Yes, it would cancel the arrest order, he said. Go to the bank on Monday, pay the fine. Then take the receipt to the police station.

- Ah, OK. Bye, many thanks!

Raùl did not understand a bit of all of it.

Then I started to think:
What about my bed? I would not have been able to take my bed with me...
and my computer! I would have been bored to death without it.
I also need to eat during the night, and drink and pee. My medicines, I would have had to take them with me
It is Friday, so it would have been an arrest till Monday.
Raùl would not have known what to do either.
It would have been a nightmare.

This on top of this morning learning that the electronic cashier took away my money on the 2.2.10. That is another story.

This on top of this week learning that I have to build another drainage for the septic camera and it costs what I don`t have.

Then Raùl said: What is happening with us?

My most chartable thought was: I am sure it is your ex making Vudu magick on us!