I hope to write a full post later today, but just in I'm trying to write some promised guest posts so I may not have time. So, just in case, here are some things I've been posting on Facebook lately. I call them "Unfinished Blog Drafts Converted To Vaguebook Posts So They're Finally Good for Something". It's an all new series.
I'm not a poet but the universe
has written me into a poem or two.
I'm not a poet but I kissed the sun,
so today, I'm a poem...
like you.
In prison, the girls make cake from coffee creamer, beaten with cubes of sugar and water till the lumpy powdered solution thickens into a taffy-textured layer. Crumbled cookies or cereals are used for the next layering, emulsified with elbow grease and a pinch of water. Then another layer of creamer-taffy is applied, and finally, they melt down candy bars for a light frosting, and garnish the whole cake with cookies.
The process takes days.
The total cost is about $20. For many prison jobs, especially if the inmate has restitution, $20 can be an entire month's salary. As an inmate structure firefighter, it was more than MY monthly salary.
In prison, the girls make cakes for each other's victories- birthdays, another year survived; milestones, a few less days of prison; celebrations, another one managed without the ones we love.
People say that no matter what craziness happens out here, at least I can't miss the food inside, but I do.
You see...
in prison, the girls make cakes.
Some days I can't find the shape of yes in my mouth. It's lost- tangled somewhere in the chains- and my tongue just can't seem to work the knots out.
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What do you do with your old drafts?
