The Search

The two of us again,
"Just doin' her job." I hope she won't,
    But she does.

Rings? Watch? Glasses?
No.      No.      No.
Shoes first
Shake out the socks.

She chats.  I strip.
Naked.   Exposed.
Stranger eyes penetrate.
Touching, unwanted touching.

From another place
I watch it happening.
Me watching not-me
    Until it is done.

Carol Richardson
Alderson Federal Prison,
March 1998

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