texts: What were they saying? About you? In there? </s> <s> They say I am no good to you. </s> <s> You are no good to me -- in jail.
labels: I'd lie on my cot in the cell and I couldn't sleep with the bugs and the stink and the heat. And I'd say to myself, think of something nice. Something beautiful. And then I'd think of you. And my heart would pound against the cot for love of you.