Juliet Romeo, Esq.*

 

Your Honor 

I hate it when you ask me 

whether this argument holds water 

The ocean has no container 

and it is the truest thing I have ever seen 

 

Judgment

She stands over the body 

drenched in blood and wine 

red slipping through the cracks of 

teeth and lips and floorboards 

insecurely confident above her kill 

looking down on love 

Screaming 

I was right 

I was right 

I was right 

 

 

Roe 

I laid between the sheets 

naked 

I had to scrub the day off of me 

Defiant in my bed 

Marching on against yet another 

infinitesimal man’s 

big opinion 

 

*The author, a public defender and CUNY Law alumnus, is publishing under a pen name.