Hurricanes Don't Worry: Poems from Men in the Harris County Jail
7, 8, 9, and still counting the days of no air conditioner
dinner’s coming in brown paper sacks
my cellie is throwing up meal after meal
inmate after inmate falls out on the floor
gasping for any fresh air creeping under the door
I prayed for change before I eventually limp out
12, 13, 14 nothing and still counting
guards are wearing the same clothes they did yesterday
shift after shift sleeping on the floor
waking up to sweat on the floor
6-story facility, still no fresh air from the outdoors
dreaming of hot meals that never come
calling the family at home. No answer
everyone has some type of worries but no help
feeling we can go through anything
because Jesus once wept
wishing time would fly
18, 19, 20
there it is