When you’re poor
You have to shit
In an un-air-conditioned
Bathroom as rivers
Of sweat rush down
Your face I was listening
To a podcast
About daring prison breaks
Dillinger El Chapo et al
And I thought, emotionally
I’m no different
Though it shouldn’t
Have to be this way
When love dies
And you find yourself
Doing hard time
One should be able to
Walk right out the front door
And not have to sit there
Plotting your own great escape
In an un-air-conditioned
Shitter as rivers of sweat
Rush down your face
Jose Pepe Arroyo
aiurea press 