By Karen R. Porter
the stupidity of the notion
finally got your attention
the idea that no matter what you did
jail was the only option
or dying, tied up beneath a truck
breathing in your own poison
choking on your own exhaust
like a laboratory monkey
unable to help yourself
having to rely on the best
strength your mind had to offer
and there being nothing else
holding onto it until
your knuckles burst from the effort
popped out of the flesh
and the shock of that
and the pain maybe waking you up
to the full horror
the realization of the situation
that maybe you didn�t start it
maybe it wasn�t your idea
or your plan or your intention
but you let it happen and that
makes you guilty and everything else
is simply justified
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