Notes from Exile: Children
Log/Verse: daily reflections from prison, written every morning at my bunk. Part poem, part log book.
In this week’s Justice Notes, I wrote about how punishment spreads beyond the individual.
This poem lives in that aftermath.
CHILDREN
They’re the signposts of my
failure,
and the epicenter of my
self-loathing.
Television commercials terrify
me.
Their smiles and happy
endings,
lure me despite their
cons.
They’re seeds of my desperate
confessional,
and an almost permanent
undoing.
For readers interested in longer reflections on justice, incarceration, and exile, my essays are linked here at Minutes Before Six..
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