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Hey Danny
Where’d you go?
Light drizzled through early morning while I sat on a stack of milk crates swinging my legs, looking at the crane outside
the window, constructing the world, and you said, hell you moping for, you’ll be back out there before you know it. I buttered my toast and watched
the girls walking their dogs. Couples holding hands. I drank my carton of milk while the sun filled spaces like an urchin, then prepped
my meal cart. Served breakfast across the Sphinx Gate, while laser eyes burned confidence to piles of dust. Worthiness
was gotten by giving a fat lip (or getting one if your courage was right). Sometimes we ran contraband between
cells but that didn’t last. I figured out I wasn’t Mexican enough for the Mexicans, wasn’t Native enough for the Natives, and
wasn’t White enough for the Whites. Wasn’t dumb enough for the dumb ones, and there were too few of the smart ones to matter.
Every day we delivered food and laundry, and the girls in the female cellblock tried talking us into something foolish, and every once
in a while we saw a little something, but most of the time we just stared at the floor cause it didn’t ever feel right. We talked about that.
