February 26
a.
If there were such a thing
as politics, I would be a political
prisoner. Though everyone
else in here is guilty. They've locked
me up for wearing the wrong socks.
I'm fortunate there's always
such a thing as prison, or else
where would I be?
b.
I had two fingers left and I spent them
on this. The doctor was right: once
you break the pig, all you'll have
left is pork.
c.
Heard an orderly snuffling
out in the hall. Couldn't understand
anything he said, so I passed him a note
under the door and watched as
he unfolded it, eyes growing bright
until he saw that it was blank.
C.L. Bledsoe
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