Center of Attention

I can hear the man outside my door crunching peanuts.
To make small talk the TV says He got life, I wonder

if the phrase is older than prisons. I’m not
a genius on the matter but I think I may be going

insane… Then again solitary confinement
will gift even the most dull with a startling

Imagination… Near the north pole
the sun doesn’t come up for months

and the light reflects up from the snow
and there are no shadows.

The man leaves.
I knew he would.