Michelle Schaefer
solo confinement
she finds herself wanting to stretch
the length of time is double
on the in(side)
she has always avoided (tenements)
even though her key was bull/et proof
and opened the bro/ken door
(she never felt safe) outside
she had an artificial
hobby of stealing shiny bodies
she had no(where) to put her mistakes
she pretends to be a cave dweller
her only friends a bat and a shiv/er
somewhere a sound like a home she for/got
a night train rumbles on
a distant causeway
she jumped parole (once) but it was too high
for some(one) like her
she could escape
live below (sub)terranean
scratching dirt under her nails
a way to make a clean/er living
she imagines breathing
for (ever)
like she (once) did
on death row (some) say it’s a crime
for clubbing fish
Clamor 