Lancaster State Prison, California
I take a breath, it’s mine, I need it. Then the world takes it back. I don’t know how to feel about the loss, so I hold the next breath and wait, knowing the world would have me die rather than relinquish one mouthful of its air, and I wonder, should I die, could I somehow keep the mouthful of air, thereby finally winning some small prize, besides the obvious one of my escape?
