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Conjugal Visit

We finally arrived after going through metal detectors passing through so many children mothers praying for their sons then there was us my curiosity of it all passing the guards I felt strange this place a building shaped like a block of cheese I certainly didn't forget I wore wires pregnant buying weapons and drugs for the Fbi I felt like a rat the cheese building I guess this means i was a rat I didn't feel dirty like a rat not wearing a fox fur and isotonia gloves they finally brought you out smiling with stacks of quarters in your pocket firnthe coke machine just like the old days lake county music company quarters vending juke boxes for a brief second I thought we at the shop the coke machine in the federal prison was actually one of your machine leased out throughout the prison systems all over the midwest my heart pounding again troubled even your smile was a crime your laughter completely a federal offense I was so naive ì felt sick when you gave me two napkins one with a bottle Coco Chanel the other one was a bottle poison the fragrance I had no idea I thought it was something horrible uzz I gave your mom the poison her favorite keeping the Coco my favorite we held hands other visitors were kissing hugging I was just amazed wondering what kind of life was this I really never understood what conjugal visits meant I was glad it ended though was it good for you I mean as it was me right now I craved a Chicago styled hotdogs an Italian beef sandwich and a nap

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Date: 4/26/2024 12:03:00 AM
A great description of a visit. Yet I lament your lack of punctuation, not to mention the division into stanzas. It would have been marvellous. Still your story fascinated me.
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Yolanda Nicholsen
Date: 4/26/2024 3:45:00 AM
Thank you for you kindness I've been compared to e.e cummings and a few other poets who also left out the punctuation sometimes I'd go back and edit punctuation somehow it took the life right out of my work punctuation always meant the end even when I needed the reader to continue I became a bit fond of this absence of punctuation a strange way of writing I suppose defamiliarisation peculiar this piece was just words lingering I had to write them down thanks to you I was able to look over this piece again it truly was a rushed job thanks again many blessings you have a great day Victor.

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