non support

the swing
of the light, the forty watt
and a string
to pull
to turn it on
or off.
the flush of pipes.
the bare mattress,
striped.
the cinder block wall
with my
etchings,
my calendar marked
in gouged bites.
the slide of the tray
between
the bars.
a square of blue
light, the sky
on the high wall.
eggs,
potatoes, dry toast.
doing time
is not hard,
it's one day, one
stint
before i'm out
and back again.
you'll wait, won't
you?