Somewhere we have never
It’s cooling down. I think the sun
is setting, and though no one
bothers answering, we’re going,
trust me, cellie.
A guy they made us read in high school said
we should imagine that we’re dead already
But what’d he know? They let
him out. He lived a long time, after.
So stop saying, “home.” We’re out of
temporary holds. This storage bin –
You smell the burn pits and the toilet?
They said that it’s too good for us
The highest court agreed.
I was eighteen when I did it. I am sorry.