Convict Poetry

I got a letter in the mail the other day.

It was sent by a girl that was doing time in
a women’s correctional facility somewhere in Ohio.

She told me that she had read some of my poems
online and that they kind of moved her.

She also said that it was my fault for her current residence.
See, she was reading my poems online and forgot about
the meth cooking in a room off of her boyfriend’s garage.

The goods got too hot and went BOOM.

Neighbors called 911 and kids got out of school.

She then went on to send me one of her own poems.
It was a sentimental rhyming thing about her son.

It wasn’t very good, but I knew what she was saying.
I knew what she meant