The Week Begins
On call. I relax
Into indeterminacy
And train my focus on
Another literary novel about
Embodiment. Somewhere
Else, work is being done. My cellmate
Sleeps away his morning off,
Preparing for another marathon
Of crap afternoon TV. Other prisoners
Laugh, cook, and play card games
While I turn pages. A digital clock
Mutely crowns the bunk. A manuscript
Lies in wait. An image
Of Shakyamuni
Overlooks the desk.
On the other side our thick
Steel door, one voice tells another,
"Suck a dick, Danny." The loudspeaker
Calls an indecipherable name.
I glow softly with intention
In these badlands of
Steel and wire.
I finger printed pages
And court amused delight,
Treated to overhearing
Some blasphemous exchange
About Jesus and the Eucharist.
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