them iron gates.
Them gates
they were made for locking
people like you
out.
Them gates are there to keep Doll
safe
from
you.
      Yeah.
      Itâs like Pop says.
He says people like
me
if we make it past twenty
we wind up with steel bars of our own. There just ainât no mansions behind them.
      Itâs us thatâs behind them locked up nice and
snug.
      Actually, Iâm ahead of schedule. Call me precocious.
      I already got a little taste of the future,
courtesy
of
Pop.
      I get the picture in my
head
so fast
before I can even tell myself
not
to go
there.
Donât matter.
This memory ainât
nothing compared to
some.
      There we are in
court.
      Again.
      âCept this time itâs not family court.
This
time on account of my
age and the
severity
of my
crime
this time this
time
this time
I made the major league. The criminal courthouse in Mineola.
      The routine in courthouses is everyone stands âround the halls and waiting rooms making deals and whatnot to save the courtâs time.
      Thatâs what we always did before but
not
this
time.
      This time they keep me
separate.
      This time they haul my ass down the hall in cuffs like Iâm some
big
shot
criminal. Thereâs no one else around. Get this: they cleared the area first. Apparently Iâm some
maniac
they gotta protect the world from.
      Suddenly Iâm the bogeyman.
      They lead me right through
no
manâs
hall
my hands are pulled behind my back
steelâs snapped âround my wrists.
Iâm so used to the position itâs kind of comforting. I got my fingers linked together itâs like Iâm
holding
my own hand.
      The two court officers they walk me one on each arm into some
puke
green conference room then they
uncuff me and I sit in a
hard metal chair by a rectangle metal table just what I needed
more steel.
      In follows Mom and my
lawyer
chairs scrape back
they
sit
at the table where I
am. They sit
by
me but they donât
face
me. Mom I guess sheâs ashamed
of me
of her.
My lawyer
who the hell knows what his
problem
is. Heâs sitting there all smug in his camel hair coat or some
shit
too good for his client I guess. Then
Pop
marches in all stiff and coply like a poleâs up his butt he comes in he stands next to the flag.
I look past him out the window but all I can see from my poor angle is
gray
sky
and the top of this sad tree its gnarly twiggy branches are all naked. Old Mother Nature that bitch she stripped its leaves right
off
it.
      The Assistant DA rolls in heâs this
puny
guy trying to be
big
in a navy pinstripe suit. He
thunks
his broad briefcase
down on the table
click
click
unsnaps it open
hauls out my record.
I got a sheet of priors that just keeps on
giving. Thereâs
fights thereâs drunk and
disorderly thereâs smoking
bud on school
grounds and wait
thereâs
more.
Itâs all petty b.s. I never hurt no one that bad at least
up
âtil
now.
      I didnât even mean to hurt no one
this
time
not like this
not to put the dude in no coma.
He just got in
my face
he wouldnât go away. Who told that
prick
to get in my face
like
that?
      Popâs
standing tall
by the stars and stripes
heâs in his
neat
blue
uniform
shiny badge attached. He donât look at me
neither
not that I want him to.
Suddenly the sun casts through the window look at that it
broke
through the gray
it lands a ray right