High Point


by Kevin Martin


was in NC
High Point jail
six floors up
right below the women’s
floor and at night

could talk to them through
air ducts as everyone promises

i was waiting for my transfer to
the neuce which was the next step
an introduction to honor grade
prison camps

i was not waiting there for bond
knowing your time is better than
not knowing

for two weeks i was there

always saved up
milk cartons
to make a deck
of cards

after they were dry
an old crackhead named
tight shirt

would make you the nicest
deck of cards you’ve ever
seen for some canteen

you could shuffle them
like you would a regular deck

stay up all night
playing cards and talking shit
i would listen to their lies as
we all would laugh at each other

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