Meditations on Incarceration

Weed
In the joint, pinhead
joints cost tens dollars, helping
to keep the lid on.

Cellmate
I might kill him if
he don’t kill me first; looks like
we’re friends for life.

Letter
She wrote: Your son cried
for you on Christmas morning.
Your guilt brings your tears.

Pruno
Fruit, sugar, water
in a plastic bag, and time,
of which there’s plenty.

The Hole
Claustrophobia.
Exercise to exhaustion.
Dreams are your escape.

Sex
Conjugal visits
from your imagination
are not the same.