I never wanted to talk about you
prison cell
you’re so banal
and so bleakly familiar
like the noose they lift and let fall
with every step that we take
but the problem, prison cell,
is that today
you force yourself on me;
your craters of chalk
spring to life like a carnival’s bestiary,
your hopeless door
with that sniggering jaw through the peep-hole
your window unto a hypothetical sky
that calls out to nostalgias
You’re right here
inside me
like a second body
that pushes me deeper and wanders through me
after blowing the cold wind
of exile into my chest
and I’m not ashamed
of being a little down in the dumps today
in this clandestine display case of separation
I’m not ashamed to feel my fuming broken heart
tumble inside me
the unmistakeable tragedy
that keeps running alongside me
the happiness of final certainties