Woman on the Tier

Too hot. No air.

Loud fan and a big tin can.

Wait here. Steer clear.

They've gone to get your man.

10 am.

Through gate 3 with picture ID.

This old billfold

Experiences security.

I hear the click. These men are hard.

I'll see your face through space and guard.

You're new to me. I'm new to you.

I see your fate. I'll see you

You through.

Ice within.

And it's all cement in the government.

Approved? Then move

To the plywood booth where the prisoner's sent.

You read in red

The letters on the door and you know what they're for.

You feel unreal.

And the rattling chain's coming over the floor.

I hear the clock. The walls are green.

I see your face through tin and screen.

You're new to me. I'm new to you.

I see your fate. I'll see you

You through.

Too hot. no air.

Loud fan and a big tin can.

Wait here. Steer clear.

They've gone to get your man.