5.5” x 6.5”
Acrylic on cardboard
When there are other noises or people talking I can’t really distinguish words or sound. I’ll hear a sound and know that it is a sound being made or someone is talking, but can’t understand the words. But I’ve gotten use to that and under certain situations I can put it together from the shape the mouth is making and the sound….
As I was writing yesterday, a face popped up in the cell windrow and it was a guy that was sleepin’ on the floor in here not long ago (not enough bunks for everyone). I thought he said, “I’m movin’ in.” Later the officer said, I see your in the Easter spirit.
Confused? Why? Long story short it was not mandatory that this guy move in here. They were about to put him somewhere else. He didn’t want to go there. They said if he found someone, they’ll let him go there. I was being asked if he could move in but that is one of the draw backs to my hearing. I did not catch that inflection in the voice that made it a question. So, now as I write this, he’s on the floor snoring.
In the cell, there is common space: sink, toilet, floor and desk. Nearly everyone adheres to the communal rules. When using the sink or toilet, leave it as you found it, clean. And always a courtesy flush for when flushing is essential.
Nothing is private. My own body is not private. The toilet is positioned so no matter if I take a piss or shit, I’m looked upon.
In Warm Blood: Prison & Privilege, Hurt & Heart, p. 189-190