Self Looting
in the jail
ministry
she found him
a gospel drum
-mer gone wrong
Joe without
a right leg
from the pep-
permints he
loved to suck.
on this hill
she tried to
build a dream
of wholeness,
erase his
past filching
high end goods,
but he only
wanted a
Visitor,
also his
GED
8 thoughts on "Self Looting"
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I enjoyed the fifth and sixth stanzas especially. Though I do sympathize with the woman in the poem, I appreciate how you introduce levity into the story, even at the end, adding GED almost as an afterthought. Thanks for sharing!
I have written a few prison and jail poems and I’ve wondered why I don’t see more. But you have one and it’s very good. I love it, especially the ending.
Loving that “3” rhythm!! Impressive.
I like how the image of the man sucking on the peppermints suggest a desire for comfort and pleasure in the midst of pain and struggle.
I love the line breaks.
This is both sad and hilarious. Nice combination!
I’m so fond of this tale of unrequited love. These two are begging to star in a series.
I really enjoyed this, the form – the story, excellent.