There is a man outside
Lying on the sidewalk
He is irate about something
I can hear him screaming
Obscenities
But I can’t really understand
Anything else
It is cold
And he is upset
There is a man
And a woman
Standing above him
They won't allow the man
To stand up
They are not wearing uniforms
They have smug faces
And walkie talkies
And wide stances
With hands in pockets
He is not screaming now
He lies very still
I don’t know what’s going on
No one seems to notice
And I feel a little scared
It is snowing quietly outside
The man
And the woman
Continue to stand above him
And are having a casual conversation
They are not wearing jackets
And they don’t look cold
And ambulance just came
The man
And the woman
Allowed him to stand
And walk into it
He screamed something
While he climbed aboard
The woman talked with the ambulance driver
For a long while
i cant see him anymore
he is inside
the woman
and the ambulance driver is laughing
Kendra Grant Malone is the fucking saddest girl you know. She has been published at Literary Tonic, Zygote in My Coffee, and Pineapple War. She has a blog called Tricoteuse and also writes for DRUNK. Kendra lives in New York and loves her cat Delores.