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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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Yolanda Nicholsen
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