Big Time Sally

Biding her time she pulls

at her hair like some inmate itchy

with cooties, having

spent too long in a 9 x 6 cell

light staring in her eyes,

remembers

the scratching and clawing

fight at the Legion --

lucky someone didn’t lose an eye,

took two cops to pry her loose.

Chews a nail, belches one

then fiddles with her blouse

sure hot in here, no wonder the ants

are on the run. They’ve taken

over her space anyhow -- no reason

for sleeping, only time to think

how to get out of this freaking place.