prison
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3 Poems
I never knew his name
I just knew that his father
beat him and his mother
every single day for 16 years
The Prisoners
The guard stood over the murderer’s hospital bed, occasionally glancing at the automatic shotgun propped up in the corner.
The Sticks / Oil City Prison
When I was in fourth grade
I went to a Lutheran school
in the sticks
The King and his Worm
They look at me, the other inmates.
Mike Tyson Inside / Shreveport Phone Booth / Tweakers
Fee-fi-fo-fum–Cassius Clay here I come…
An Erasure of a Job Opening at Long Creek Youth Development Center on Indeed
JOB DESCRIPTION
Memories from Hell
It was dark.