accepted/except

(9.13.19 prison letter)

hey fighter 119,

today started without you, without coffee, without the stains poured over on our countertops. Missing a person is being haunted slowly, like the lead of a pencil broken off in your ear, or a rattling cough… the haunted comes apart at the soul/skin fixture, except when this is accepted… soul breakage peels away slowly like pages stuck together, pages wet with familiarity.

inside I asked for a Bible.. asking to be released. lying there my heart turned blue inside my body.. I could feel the column and I walked it’s surface.. all that asking for what I already had…

those doors still hum open and closed, locking….so I stood inside that column of my heart and prayed escape and salvation, and on the 913th page in the 19th verse it read “ I am Gabriel”, the angel said. I stand in the presence of God, who sent me to tell you this good news” (Luke 1:19).

Art credit: art a on a prison wall Manuel de Police Scientifique 1911