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I sit here in county jail sporting the orange jumpsuit and I write more poems and memoirs in a week than I’ve written in a year. It feels ******** when I’m pounding out the word and the line. When you’re homeless and the temperature is minus ten, jail isn’t a punishment, it’s a reward. I got busted for public intox two days in a row, and again three weeks ago. The state remembered—they recommended 30 days, the judge gave me two weeks. Every time I go to jail I’m very drunk, and by morning I’m coming down hard. I remind the guards of my predicament—the danger of withdrawal seizures. They say, “We are aware of your condition, Mr. Case.” And within a couple of hours I’m on Librium, making detox bearable. Within a couple of days the drunken haze dissipated and the need to create returned. I got their tiny safe pen (impossible to stab someone with), and I went to work. I looked out my little window in my cell and I saw a male bald eagle gliding lazily over downtown. I felt as free as he was.
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Feb 28, 2023
Feb 28, 2023 at 8:02 AM UTC
County Jail, a Writer's Retreat
I sit here in county jail sporting the orange jumpsuit and I write more poems and memoirs in a week than I’ve written in a year. It feels ******** when I’m pounding out the word and the line. When you’re homeless and the temperature is minus ten, jail isn’t a punishment, it’s a reward. I got busted for public intox two days in a row, and again three weeks ago. The state remembered—they recommended 30 days, the judge gave me two weeks. Every time I go to jail I’m very drunk, and by morning I’m coming down hard. I remind the guards of my predicament—the danger of withdrawal seizures. They say, “We are aware of your condition, Mr. Case.” And within a couple of hours I’m on Librium, making detox bearable. Within a couple of days the drunken haze dissipated and the need to create returned. I got their tiny safe pen (impossible to stab someone with), and I went to work. I looked out my little window in my cell and I saw a male bald eagle gliding lazily over downtown. I felt as free as he was.
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59/M/Clear Lake
Feb 28, 2023
Feb 28, 2023 at 8:02 AM UTC
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