T-Bag Goes to See His Mama
He staggered past the attendance desk,
120 yards away from Mrs. Bagwell's room,
with the wound above his right ribcage
leaking out the upper lobe and happily collapsing his lung.
It is a quiet testimony to Theodore's physical fitness
that he was able to make it 104 more yards,
ahead of the donuts-smuggling rental cop,
before dropping on to his belly -
arms outstretched, fingers reaching for her - Michelangelo-style.
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