you think of when going to prison,
is how's the food here,
the second thing
is how can i escape.
is it possible to dig a hole,
or chisel out
a wall
with a plastic spork,
or hop the barbed wire
fence
before the guards
and dogs find you,
and the searchlight
swings around.
can i fake an illness and be
sent to the infirmary,
maybe steal a doctor's
scrubs
and go out the back door
pushing a gurney
full of potatoes
in the shape of an inmate.
so much to think of as
the cop car
with his party lights on behind
me,
pulls me over
for running a yellow light.

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