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Yesterday I wrote to a judge
on the behalf of an old friend
who has done the unthinkable.
“Sitting where you are,
Your Honor,
you could not possibly know
the boy”—the
man,
the

What do you call it when
the desire of an “I
told you so!” stales
to nothingness.
Silence. Everybody
is invincible



“30 years.” the voice came through
the collect call from County.
“They gave me thirty, thanks
for nothing,” said the
the
murderer.

But now there’s nothing for you,
but time and prison wine.

It truly is the biggest
     gift in the world
to look at yourself
     in the mirror
and recognize
whoever you
     may be
looking
at.

Drumkits on the desk,
next to the mirror plate and the advil.
Momma, I'm just tryna do my best,
I been taking things just to keep
my hands still.
You already know.

a smile so smug
you need to cover your mouth.