Prison wouldn’t be too bad
if Nicu were there.
If we shared a cell.
Shared time.
I mean,
he’d get on my nerves
trying to tell stupid jokes
or throw chat up lines at me
which just wouldn’t work with his English.
But he wouldn’t hurt me,
would he?
We’d be locked in,
and locked up together
and he’d keep me safe,
I reckon.
Prison wouldn’t be that bad
if Nicu were there.
But prisons don’t work like that.
They aren’t bloody love shacks.
And if we get caught
I’m all on my own.