Hands slid up and down,
checking, maneuvering
in places which made
me twitch - just a little.

Ink stuck to my fingertips
and I washed my hands
twice to get the traces
away from my skin.

"Have you ever tried
killing yourself?"
"Thoughts of violence
towards others?" Two
"no"s in a row, guess
I sounded convincing.

Stomach rumbled –
food ran out hours
before the windowless
van swindled me here.

Cold slab my bed,
smelly skinny women
blankets – can’t believe
I wasn’t dreaming.

04/21/2012

Author's Note: two versions of this one... this is the "concise" version

Posted on 04/22/2012
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