31 Dec 2016 – Prison
Too afraid to let Love love me,
I was chicken-shit – and then some,
finding safety in my bondage,
way too broke to raise my ransom.
I said “No!” I loved a freedom
I could only take in teaspoons.
I exulted in my dog run,
terrified by kites and communes.
Night by night, in jail this vision:
crying while the doors swung open.
Who’s the warden of this prison?
All my chains remained unbroken.