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.
