By James Miller
no
need
to save for our
pensions
listen
and
just this
once
when
prisoners
slam themselves
meat-red on
your
guard
house plexiglass
they
hope
but
not to break
free
James Miller won the Connecticut Poetry Award in 2020. Recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Rabid Oak, North Dakota Quarterly, Scoundrel Time, Phoebe, Yemassee, Mantis, Concho River Review, Cleaver, Worcester Review, Elsewhere and Counterclock. Follow on Twitter @AndrewM1621.