Saturday, December 20, 2008

497613

The shiny, silver bracelets
connecting her wrists
limited her movement
but released my inexplicable affection.

As she turned to face her warden,
our eyes met and exchanged a silent truth.
She breaks the law.
I enforce it.

My evening's fate,
Chinese take-out and Seinfeld reruns,
looked suddenly and strangely bland
when compared to another option.

Number...497613
was to be transferred,
in all of her tall, slender, dark brunette beauty,
to a lower security prison.

Her accompanying officer Deputy Hark
conveniently complained that The Bachelor ends tonight,
Marla's making garlic mashed potatoes,
and Trotner, would you take her for me please.

I thought of my overflowing heart,
her golden eyes,
nodded,
and obliged.

[Lit Mag final]

1 comment:

Jack said...

BAMFBA!

I loved it.