Clothes with strings.
Clothes with metal strap adjusters.
Shoes with laces.
Belts.
Drawstrings on sweatpants.

Hairclips.
Pen caps.
Floss.
Plastic spoons—
they keep them in their pockets.
You have to ask.
They have to watch you throw them away.
Still not sure what someone did
to make that a rule.

Papers with staples.
Wire-bound notebooks.
Soap pumps—
or any pumps.
No perfume bottles.
No aerosol sprays.

No guitar
unless you have a prescription.

Phone chargers.
Anything with batteries.
Anything with glass.
Anything with cords.
No headphones.

No razors (duh).
No scissors.
No tweezers.
No nail clippers.
No Q-tips.
No mirrors.
No makeup.

No keys.
No coins.
No lighters.
No matches.

No books with hardcovers.
No sharp pencils.
No plastic bags.

No caffeine after 3.
No movies over PG.
No news.
No calls.
No last names.
No privacy.

30 minutes between checks
All day, all night.

No door knobs.
No way out.
No where left to go.