In prison without being accused or reach your family or have a family You have conscience heart trouble asthma manic-depressive (we lost the baby) no meds no one no window black water nail-scratched walls your pure face turned away embarrassed you who the earth was for.
“In prison” is from Break the Glass by Jean Valentine and was originally published in The New Yorker. Copyright © 2010 by Jean Valentine. Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press.
