(Why is it always
The hospital, when
There are so many?
Prison is never
The prison, never
Even a prison,
Just prison, as in
They’d been in prison)
Not so long ago,
You’d had a window,
A tall rectangle,
Narrow, in the wall
Just behind your head,
So you had to crane
Uncomfortably
To glimpse sky through it,
Some of the city.
No one can help you
Alone in the woods
Where you’re surrounded
By pines on all sides
And insects buzz you,
Since there are no walls,
No window at all.
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