Elegy as a Writing Instructor in State Prison
2022 Chapbook Prize Finalist
I want to know the god these men know,
pounded to life on the chapel piano.
I want to disguise myself in desert air
and follow the hymn between each keyhole.
There’s a rebirth I’m missing as I exit
the guard kiosk & accelerate. I want to know
yearnings on the yards too violent to walk,
the single ember in a cell of one
who still believes in the god I want to know.