They say liberty is sweet soI licked her before I left her for shackles,hoping her honey would crystallize on my tongueand my lipswould only ever speak with the memory of her. Inside the jailhouse they spray you clean ofall that freedom sugar, cold water raining downto drown the liceand hopesyou might have dragged through the door. Long ago they’d have shaved our heads,and my vanity … Continue reading just come home