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Do You Still Have Any of Your Prison Stuff?

by Ace Boggess

(question asked by Savannah Dudley)

Open the 2012 volume of Best American Poetry
& there inside its avocado cover
see my inmate number written in black sharpie
by a C.O. from the mailroom.
A reminder. There’s not much else.
I was never one to accumulate wealth. Continue reading

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You Think You’re Safe Until You’re Not

by Ace Boggess

Inmate Buck Berk ran the buffer for an hour before it bumped a chair and the snake leapt out at him. Well, it didn’t so much leap as wobble, its insignificant head slicing the air in a down-up motion more like a woodpecker’s. It bounced a dozen times, then stilled. Continue reading

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I Met Him Once

by Ace Boggess

He seemed reserved, inward,
too calm for the cloak
of frenzy his reputation wore. Continue reading

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They’re Making a Movie

by Ace Boggess

they’re making a movie about my childhood basement
Hollywood producers overcome by all the monsters there

fire-eyed slobbering winged-like-flies arising from everywhere
as with heroes fighting in their blanket capes

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