From Visiting Days

   Ismail (Laundry)
   Jeremy (Bullpen)
   Ingrid (Visiting room)
   Knowledge (East Wing)
   Earnest (Vocational)
   Deneice (Trailer Visit)

From Kind

   The Absence of Unnecessary
   Big Pig
   The Dogs and I Walked Our
   Garden
   Mercy
   Love This
   Ringling
   Purple Milkweed
   Coxcomb
   Restriction

From Doris's Red Spaces

   Avenue
   Forest Floor
   March
   Midnight
   Market
   The Real World
   September
   Seventh Grade
   Space
Ismail (Laundry)

There is a musk that won't boil off
in bleach. A white

yellow as an old eye.
There is a sound like a train

juddering under the river,
pushing through with its forehead,

pushing through my forehead.
And I fold.

Sisyphus knows this room
and the mess line down

the hall and the line behind
the swinging kitchen door.

He knows these net bags
full of green. The skin of us,

a green not found in nature,
our DINs above the pocket:

the number on our green skins
sealed in cinderblock.

No one wants what is
state issue. Most is state issue.

And I fold. And push the canvas
on its tired black wheels.

What you can wear non-state:
Solid red. Solid yellow. Purple. No

blue, no orange. No patterns.
No black.