I wrote my first piece of erotica today. Body parts cleverly disguised as flower parts........he will get it. We can communicate completely in subtext. What I can write and send to a federal penitentiary is somewhat of a mystery. Business cannot be discussed. Clippings from the paper are OK but apparently not a whole page. Pictures go through, but he can only keep up to so many. Same with letter storage. Everything is opened and read prior to his receiving it. Every time I write, I can't help but think, I am writing 2 letters. One for the pleasure of my lover and one for the letter inspector. I can't help but keep this is mind as I write him his daily letter or select a card. I picture a prison worker hunched over a stack of letters in the back of the mail room. They slide a sharp letter opener into the top fold of an envelope and remove the contents for closer inspection. I imagine they first check for contraband - stamps, gum, drugs, razor blades etc. Then they pour over each letter for content. I feel violated and I am not even the prisoner.
Up until now my letters to him have been a summary of the days events peppered with questions about the details of his situation. Some days they are encouraging. Those are the ones I write on my good days. Other ones slip through that were written in anger and disgust at his entire situation. Those will likely be the letters he chooses not to covet and keep in his limited collection. This latest letter will no doubt be a keeper. It is rich with sexual innuendo. It will likely start smoking and self destructing when the letter inspector peruses it.
No comments:
Post a Comment