for others your mind always
geared on fast breaks,
with you as the shooter
your hands caught and aimed
lifting the sphere for glory
you did not share, for points
desired in fulsome hubris, the
applause only for you,
your backyard dreams
a form of masturbation,
the other players just bits
of flesh providing you
with opportunities to score.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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