I have a visitor

She touches the glass and talks into the phone

Are you okay

Yes


I


Am


Fine

Just wondering, she smiles

And I’m smiling too

Because she can’t see this glass

Or this divide between us

And she can’t see the phone she’s talking into

If I let down my bars

Unlocked my chains

In the prison of my mind

Could you handle what would pour out

Would I still have visitors?

And would you still stand by me, if I escaped from my prison?

I hang up my phone.

And walk back to my cell.

And nobody notices.