Her attractive pain makes her a dangerous person. She should be locked up with me. I'm here for the setting. Watching her sitting silent sulky cross-legged on the bunk, doing the math, taut blue veins, the heart's straws, shiver where they touch her skin. To break and then remake an inhabitant of flesh, simple. It is an episode. Penned uneasy crowds of unacceptable wishes bulked up tattoo monsters with the mythic one-track mind caged heat, the bared lipstick-smeared canine, the wild eye that fears no meeting, the nostrils flaring like cannon at the suggestion of filth, the goody two-shoes who needs teaching a lesson cowers in a slip, there in the corner glory, the starry skies outside. The distance between us criminal at any length, wrong to be near, wrong to be apart, intersecting at the tips of weekly transfers from wing to prison wing, from time to time paler from time in the hole, hard times touching. Breakout, escape route through the infirmary, over the potentially contagious a certain relaxation of control. Liberation of what? Every wish wants to go first,