No Collars No Cuffs, plenty of fisticuffs, and you’ll probably get K.O.’d by all this, after a round or two of three or four poems each. You may need someone in your corner to bolster you, for as Geoff Good­fellow writes in ‘Skin Deep’, a women’s prison poem:

Prison lawns are manicured
            rose bushes pruned
a photographer’s dream
            but inside
plaster & lives{all apart
& the women know
            even cosmetics
need foundations