Criminal Family.
Criminal Family
It's summer outside, but in here
you need a sweater. I always
forget that when we're rushing
to get in before the book closes,
we all must put down our names,
street addresses, and the inmate
we're visiting. Sometimes
I screw it up, put his name as visitor,
put myself as inmate, put my Pittsburgh
address, not my Jersey, and I don't know
if the guards even notice. They know us
soon as we come through the metal detectors:
visit for Pollard and a head nod.
We do not know just how much we'll miss
this next year, when we'll be new again.
We sit with the other criminals' families:
if you drop the possessive, we become
what we fear we've always been.
Charise A. Pollard is a Cave Canem Fellow ('97-'99) and
Assistant Professor of English at West Chester University of
Pennsylvania. Her poems have appeared in 5AM, Cave Canem Anthologies
(nos. 2-5), and The Drumming Between Us: Black Love and Erotic Poetry.
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