I called from a payphone

I got a fourth note from Cynthia today. She says a person from the agency wants to come to my jobs in July. I read it on the train platform. I did not text her back.

I walked to the payphone by the corner store. I called Marcus on his home phone. I did not want this on my cell.

He said they are not fishing now. He said they are circling. He said it slow, like he meant every word.

Nine days. Then a glass office. Then I find out what I built.

My hands were so cold on the metal. My mum back in Atlanta does not know. My sister does not know. Just Marcus. And this page.

I think I want it. I think I do not. I do not know which one is worse.