Unauthorized and Violated

A woman boldly steps

out of the bathroom

named. Wrapped only

in a tiny thread-bare

towel which is not

nearly enough

to cover her

width

and girth.

Flesh jiggles, giggles

all over. She

prances along the

tier, dainty hoofed

as any gazelle dancing

on African veldt.

No one can look

away. Or stop laughing.

As her buttocks

disappear with a slam

behind her cell door,

I think

of your favorite song

lyric.

Don’t look!

But it’s too late.

We’ve all done

been violated. The

officer looks down

into the dayroom

and notices

we are watching t.v.

at an unauthorized time.