the sieve and the sand

I’ve only got so much precious
time, and not enough of it to
spend doling out semiprecious money,
so please wander back inside where
the calls are free (I’m not driving
you to a pay-phone), and make your
local connect. Otherwise, flag down
any one of our fine Boys In Blue, and
inform them of your situation (that you
left your boyfriend’s house – 2
months pregnant at that – for fear
of rape, and you walked this far looking
for someone to help you get a ride,
at twelve forty-five in the morning, never
mind the 24-hour cafe two blocks from
where you supposedly used to live,
and that you’re assuredly not a crackhed,).
I’m sure they’ll take you- if not exactly
where you want to be,
then at least right where you ought to go.