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As Charged

ISSUE:  Summer 2010

At the trial, they said
I was guilty of M.
I am.

The M was called a B
for lack of A
and a recent aversion
to Cs.

The judge had silver
filigree earrings.

The court reporter
was so thin she cinched shut
like a curtain
when she swiveled
in her seat.

As for Y,
time can pinch anything
into more segments,
is the orange
of infinite portions.

M, I confess,
gave me a joy
so oily
and unlike me
I might try it again
and again.


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