Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Proof of Life by Jasen Sousa

Proof of Life


We start off at Somerville Hospital.

“To get into detox you need
a Massachusetts ID,” says the lady
with the huge tits at check-in.

He has his social security card
and birth certificate, but no MASS ID.

He’s 21 and been in and out of jail
since 16.
Never took a permit test, let alone
a driver’s test.

We arrive at the mall.

Another large woman with bent glasses

at the RMV in the Cambridgeside Galleria tells us,

“We only renew licenses here,
we don’t process ID’s.”

All that time in line for nothing.

We arrive at the larger RMV in Watertown.

We wait in line for a half hour
before we get the form.
While we sit filling this thing out,
a woman with a cast on her arm
that has no signatures
wants to make sure we have all the proper forms.

He has a birth certificate,
and a social security card, 
but no proof of address.

They don’t care 
that my friend
has been in and out of jail,
and homeless,
sleeping at a friend’s house

here and there.

We still wait because we think
we can convince the person.
Like we are at a deli
waiting for some meat, we wait and watch 
for almost two hours as the numbers crawl
from 49 to 110.

We approach the man,
tie undone,
pen protector,
a few pieces of hair
slicked to the side.

“I don’t make the rules, sorry.”

We go to another RMV in Melrose
and wait for a good hour, standing against a wall
before we get a ticket.

He gets his MASS ID.

The day is over.
Can’t check into detox
until morning because the cut off time is 3 P.M.

I drop him off at a Dunkin Donuts
as I head to work, and wonder
if he will stay clean for the night?




First Published
in
Somewhere Lost

Copyright © 2011 by Jasen Sousa

Copyright © All Rights Reserved by J-Rock Publishing

Library of Congress
Cataloging in Publication Data
ISBN  978-0-9714926-7-7

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