Based on the artwork of the late Julie Green who used inmates' last suppers as an inspiration for her work.
So many requests for a futile death row meal--
One wanted eight glazed donuts
a sugar high
before the lethal gas.
Unabashed desire--
for some sweetness
before it all
went dark.
Some lives end
with two peanut butter cups
and a Doctor Pepper--
an another demands a white perch
that he caught
in a river in Louisiana
remembering his father
slapping his back,
" That's the boy."
One even cried out,
" I want my mother's
chicken dumplings!"
Comforting dollops
white embryonic sacks
full of meat
those seminal bites
of memory.
Yet others want a
clandestine shot of whiskey
straight,
no chaser
a little of the hair of
the dog that once bit him
and bit him
and bit him...
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