through a slit in my cell
door which is closed keeping
at bay golden happiness
somewhere candles are lit, singing and champagne
somewhere a boy holds her hand
somewhere lines snake through exhibitions of religious fervor
red through heartland with curving wheat
somewhere there isn’t beginning or end
infinity looping like threads of arteries
connecting all the sighing bones
this last day of the year
this last hour
this last minute
standing on a footlocker
in my cell, watching the moon
hanging high over dark Prisoneyland
this last night presses up against
golden happiness
leaking through my door
Author Bio:
Catherine LaFleur is an incarcerated writer and poet working with ArtSpring Workshops. She is from Pensacola, Florida and is a student in the Incarcerated Student Program at Louisiana State University. Her nonfiction has appeared in the anthology Word by Word.