From The Time I Was A Young Girl I Never Believed in Good Fortune, Favors, Or Fairy Tale Endings Cause I Found Too Many Frayed Plot Lines and Frazzled Characters In My Favorite Cereals, Soups, Story Bowls and Saturday Morning Cartoons, Where Truths Remain That Sometimes Beauty Hidden In The Beast Remains Hidden Which is Too Bad For Me — And My Boy — There Are Some Things That We Never Outgrow and Which Never Outgrow Us, So I Say — Welcome To My Forever Land, A Land Of False Hope, Beastly Becomings, and A Mama’s Love For Her Boy.
Locks turn right. Keys clank.
Huddled whispers. Spilled secrets.
Bodies drift to sleep.
Noise persists. Mattress coils squeak. Guard boots tap. The television, on the far corner of the desk across the hall, streams reruns. And static. Unfamiliar sitcoms with familiar fake laughter. The whistle of a teapot. Boiling water. I think of Beauty. The Beast, too. My boy’s favorite fairy tale. The others stir on open cots and available benches. My body tenses and my eyes wander. County Jail, how unfortunate to make your acquaintance. You’re cold. Unwelcoming. Unfamiliar. Downright confusing. And you stink. A most undesirable plot twist. I long for air freshener. Cherry or grape. Yet choice remains off limits on this side of the cinder block. Minutes tick nevertheless. Always onward. I wonder how I got here. And
when will help arrive.