Artist - In - Residence
This is not
At twenty-three years old this is not
where I thought I would be.
I would not have thought
I’d be sitting inside these walls
being told my every move: when to get up,
when to eat, when to turn off my TV
and when to go to bed. I thought by now
I would be making other decisions
like where to work, where to have
my honeymoon, and where to buy my home.
I thought I’d have a college diploma
instead I have a bunch of jail certificates.
I’d be worried about getting time off
for vacation, not getting approved for parole.
This is not where I thought
I would be, but this is where I am.