Prisoner on Caliente 5
by John Grey
Day after day,
survival and memory
stare each other down.
It's as important for
the lungs to breathe
as it is to have loved
so many years ago.
Both try to draft
body parts to their cause.
A mind
is mirrors with faces,
both reflection,
and the trapped view
from behind.
A heart is blood
and then time
and then blood again.
Slowly though,
there's a joining of forces.
Genevieve is the beauty
of my days remaining.
Joy is death
in party hats.