Philly

I’m thinking of a Philadelphia prison. The one dickens viewed on one of his American tours. It’s old, long since unused for housing prisoners.

There’s a metal stair case I climbed, cold. This was months ago now. I wasn’t alone. 

Capone stayed there. Others. I listened to stories, read panels. Found heaters in central locations, warming my chilled extremities. 

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