"|| || || || J A I L || || || || ||" by Rebekah Morgan

|| || || || || || || || || || || || || you never saw me in my red jail jumpsuit

|| || || || || || || || || || || || || or ever had your own red jail jumpsuit

|| || || || || || || || || || || || || you never watched a Saw marathon in jail

|| || || || J A I L || || || || || or watched the Prince George birth madness in jail

|| || || || || || || || || || || || || or played jail basketball with your jail buddy in a 105 degree jail summer

|| || || || || || || || || || || || || you never stuffed your jail ears with hidden jail bread from jail breakfast

|| || || || || || || || || || || || || to jail sleep through endless clanging jail gates

"CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE LATE STAGE CAPITALIST SOUL:

Ride ’em hard and put ’em up wet (many colicing horses just lay quietly)"

by Rebekah Morgan

Let fester within you

Instinct and Survival,

Instead of Security

 

I reckon peace of mind is nice

But the bedrock of the great experiments in

communal living cracked

Somewhere between the healthy food co-op

and Piggly Wiggly

 

From the two black holes

            in my thick-billed, drowsy skull

I can see that the borders, foreign and

dark and great, are still generally disfigured

 

Go to the store and you’ll find the crack

 

Out of all the melons and pears

The sweet peppers and the sour cherries,

The huge eau de nil cabbages, peaches, and garlic

 

You’re gonna fall for some innominate roly-poly thing 

covered in pimples and festering sores

 

And you’re gonna let it fly up and lick your face

for a dollar

And you’re gonna say wow this mess is divine

Wow, call it our “tantric traditions”

"The red cardinal of Virginia was once prized as a pet" by Rebekah Morgan
 

You’re not a cardinal, you are sticks of honey

For rodents

 

I run away from girthy black poplar forests

Across fields filled with shit and brown hares, fleein’

 

And the ugly king dwarves penetrating small fairies

Near rotting logs

 

I wanna cruise around in a car with a girl

Who is a secretary

A just okay secretary

 

And I want her to tell me

That she likes my new skirt

 

I’ll keep her forever

Feed her only one totally organic apricot a day

 

I’m a real constructive worker

 

I am a worm, I make dirt