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The first time
I went to jail, I remember waiting
in line.
I worked in the laundry,
stirring orange jumpsuits
and white sheets
in cauldrons. The colors of a
flightless bird.
I read the bible
in the library and memorized
the first three words of
every chapter.
And when
Bellow,
a black man from St. Louis,
traded me a carton of cigarettes
to read a letter from his daughter,
I made up the words so
he would never know
how little she cared that he was dying
a young man. How little she knew at all.
Jack and I always sat in the first pew
at Chapel. I’m not a Christian, or anything,
but it's nice when
somebody else speaks about the goodness of
all people,
and they can still believe it,
even in a place like this.
Jack held my hand
when we lit our candles.
He said each flame was like a birthday wish
to him.
I said that I didn’t think that was quite how it worked
and later that night, he hanged himself from the top bunk.
I didn’t really like him that much,
but it got me out of bathroom duty for a whole week,
so he’s okay in my book.
The first time I went to jail,
I wet the bed
twice in one night.
The worst part,
was that it didn’t even smell
like mine. I wedged myself between
the mattress and the wall and
watched the yellow spread
on cotton white. The colors of
a flightless bird.
The first time
I went to jail, I remember waiting
in line.
I worked in the laundry,
stirring orange jumpsuits
and white sheets
in cauldrons. The colors of a
flightless bird.
I read the bible
in the library and memorized
the first three words of
every chapter.
And when
Bellow,
a black man from St. Louis,
traded me a carton of cigarettes
to read a letter from his daughter,
I made up the words so
he would never know
how little she cared that he was dying
a young man. How little she knew at all.
Jack and I always sat in the first pew
at Chapel. I’m not a Christian, or anything,
but it's nice when
somebody else speaks about the goodness of
all people,
and they can still believe it,
even in a place like this.
Jack held my hand
when we lit our candles.
He said each flame was like a birthday wish
to him.
I said that I didn’t think that was quite how it worked
and later that night, he hanged himself from the top bunk.
I didn’t really like him that much,
but it got me out of bathroom duty for a whole week,
so he’s okay in my book.
The first time I went to jail,
I wet the bed
twice in one night.
The worst part,
was that it didn’t even smell
like mine. I wedged myself between
the mattress and the wall and
watched the yellow spread
on cotton white. The colors of
a flightless bird.
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The First Epiphanical
The First Epiphanical
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breaking up with the day
of nights when we eloped
trodden, the tarmac lax
metropolis skyline looming,
an entire graveyard
of sleeping transmissions,
bricks and beggars
and boulevards littered
bedridden with nap.
we roved the docks,
piers twisted in lumber
moaning, creaking, flexing
with the sea's insomnia
and us overlooking
its abysmal waters.
I stare her heaving bosom
as she reaches my
bony knuckles, clutches
and turns to me
with the full moon in her face,
she says,
Im late.
and I know that the
blood red
sunrise will not be coming up
this morning.
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History doesn't repeat
Elizabeth's checkered past forced itself back onto her in the middle of the vegetable department of the local supermarket. She had just selected a few tomatoes to weigh on the scales, when she heard a voice behind her say: "Hi Liz! Wow, great to see you here!"
You bet, Elizabeth thought, while the red vegetables slipped out of her hands on the floor. She turned around, facing the black haired woman standing a few meters away. She was smallish, her clothes looked worn, and badly matched. The hairdo looked funnyly irregular too, as if she had tried to do it herself. The face had aged, but Elizabeth had no trouble recognizing the woman.
"Oh hi
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I hated jail myself at first.
Then I realized most people in there where like me.
A few where angry, a few where depressed.
A lot just wanted to get out.
Then there where the lifers.
My man raequan stabbed his girlfriend for cheating on him.
When he got in he hated himself.
Then he became angry.
He like me in the beginning was quiet.
He did not say a word in booking.
He tried to stay to himself.
Then the crips recruited him.
The dorm across from us was the bloods dorm so every crip that entered was taken out momentarily from being beaten really bad.
I was in the latin king/crip dorm.
they got togather well.
That was funny to me.
Then my man papito told me that the crips and lks didn't have to much hate for each other on that block.
The food was shit and the cos had little control over the inmates.
Your safety was in one way directly reliant apon what gang you where in and if you where a neutral you had to wear grey and give your commissary as a "protection".
Eventually as you got to know who was who you started to realize that even though there where murders and drugs and all sorts of crazy shit and you where the bottom of society and no one gave a fuck about you or wether you died or lived you gained a deeper understanding of life and yourself.
Then I realized most people in there where like me.
A few where angry, a few where depressed.
A lot just wanted to get out.
Then there where the lifers.
My man raequan stabbed his girlfriend for cheating on him.
When he got in he hated himself.
Then he became angry.
He like me in the beginning was quiet.
He did not say a word in booking.
He tried to stay to himself.
Then the crips recruited him.
The dorm across from us was the bloods dorm so every crip that entered was taken out momentarily from being beaten really bad.
I was in the latin king/crip dorm.
they got togather well.
That was funny to me.
Then my man papito told me that the crips and lks didn't have to much hate for each other on that block.
The food was shit and the cos had little control over the inmates.
Your safety was in one way directly reliant apon what gang you where in and if you where a neutral you had to wear grey and give your commissary as a "protection".
Eventually as you got to know who was who you started to realize that even though there where murders and drugs and all sorts of crazy shit and you where the bottom of society and no one gave a fuck about you or wether you died or lived you gained a deeper understanding of life and yourself.