what you gonna do when the man comes...

i'm sitting here waiting for the cops to show up. i waited for them all day yesterday. i'm afraid to leave my house. i don't want them to show up when i'm not here. joe's son left here monday night with his stuff. there has been a second warrant issued for him. his mom called me yesterday to tell me that the cops had been to her old apartment looking for him and as we were talking her daughter called hysterical because they had come into her house, they went into her brother's bedroom while his wife and baby were sleeping, with their guns drawn. they'll be here. it's a matter of time. this morning, tonight... i don't know. every time i drifted off to sleep last night i dreamed about him. every time the dog barked, a door closed or a car went by i was awake. me and joe laid in the quiet, holding hands and waiting. his dad put the word out yesterday and he called this morning. we both talked to him, he needs to know how his actions, or inactions, are affecting all of us. his mother, his brother and sisters, their families, me, joe, my kids, the people that live and work in this house. i am sad for him and pissed at him at the same time. it worries me that there has been a history of violence here, because of my ex. joe is an ex-con, my son in law is currently in prison. i have a large piece of property and i'm thinking when they come here there will be a lot of them. i worry about the dogs, i worry...