The Judgment
Triplicate filing. Exhibit A: dry
hair scotch-taped to cardstock.
Exhibit B: a dryer sheet, still spring
fresh. Someone important goes down
or out today. Hard fist of cameramen,
knuckles flexed at the court-house door.
The witness gives a hesitant Yes
before her crooked glasses fly off into
I Don't Know. Oyez, oyez, the judge
on Line 2. Remember, counselor,
if your heart beats wads of caramel-
colored hair, there's always the pills.
And there's strength in that line of thinking,
but the Oxford English Dictionary disagrees.
Query Black's. Muscle must be strong
to carry the thrill of oral argument, of
a forty-page brief. But See the Marshal Court's
spare dismissals. They had scriveners, see.
Wrong signal, wrong signal! And how it will cost you:
Hizzoner's quite strict. "I am dying, Egypt,
dying, in a pinstriped suit." The blood pooled,
a red stanch in the artery. So congealing, his
objection took the form of hemoglobin.
To which the judge said: overruled.
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