Museum of the Poor
I’ve been to the forest–
and truly, I took the straight way home.
No matter.
I’ve been poor most of the time.
When she reads this letter
I will be back in jail.
I hope she will know
how I’ve gone to pieces
been down this hard hill
all to see her at home.
From cell to cell
I go: I am one of you,
I know.
(Source: Conscience Letter 319)