Jeffrey H. MacLachlan

also has recent work in New Ohio Review, the minnesota review, Columbia Journal, among others. He teaches literature at Georgia College & State University.

Prison Icicles

They silently assemble near eaves, ignoring
the rec room sitcoms. They pray floor heat

yearns to rise despite common sense
and warnings. As dusk purples pavement slush, icicles

descend into infrequent windows.
Snow sleeps on the pitched roof

and drools out thoughtless
water. Laugh tracks crescendo

while icicles feast and thicken into vampire
teeth. They flick their molars, well aware

that seasons will
repeat forever.