Cold Case

I hear the doorbell ring lifting my eyes

Two policemen are waiting at the door

Blue uniforms and badges, nothing more

The kind of fear policemen recognize.

They attempt to alleviate my fear.

I show them to the kitchen where we speak

“We reopened a murder case this week.”

And they apologized for stopping here.

“We called a psychic to help with this case

‘Sometimes it helps, and she mentioned your name

‘That you might know something. And so we came.”

They passed the photograph. “A wild goose chase…

‘See, it’s a cold case so we’re in a rut.”

“I hear a name… “Benedetto.” she said.

I had no clue. I never saw or read

About that poor woman. I had nothing.

“We don’t like using psychics generally

‘It’s a last resort. We wanted to see…

‘Our last try. So I guess that’s everything.”