at his
black
patent
shoes. He looks like heâs standing in a
path
of
light ainât that some ironic shit.
      The ADA he donât even glance my
way
no one even
turns
in my direction do I even
need
to be here? That ADA he says heâs gonna let me off with
probation.
      Again.
      He donât say so but I
know itâs on account of
Pop
being a cop. Itâs always on account of
Pop
being a cop.
But this time this
time
this time
Pop
says,
No.
We stare at him. Heâs standing all
righteous
arms crossed next to the
red
white
and blue. He says,
No.
He says,
Send him to
jail. Maybe itâll teach him a
lesson.
He
says,
Doubtful but
maybe.
      Thatâs it then. My lawyer he donât do shit in my defense he works for
Pop
not me I guess.
      Whatever.
      My mom sheâll never say one
word
against what
Pop
wants god forbid.
      They bring me in front of the
judge
all rise
he seals my
fate and badabing weâre
done.
      After that they
cuff
me.
      Again.
      Theyâre taking me back to
lockup.
Who gives a ratâs ass
anyway.
They ainât doing
nothing new to me.
I already got myself
all
locked
up
in my head.
      My hands
theyâre pressed together
I can
feel
my
pulse
beat.
      Momâs
crying.
      Now sheâs
crying.
      I made her
cry.
      Theyâre taking me
away for four
months.
      Good for them.
      Pop
calls my name but I donât
answer. Then he
stops me he grabs at my arm he
pinches
hard
into me but I donât flinch.
      Pop
looks
looks
looks at me
he looks me in the eyes.
What do you know he
actually
looks
at me
no shit.
      I make myself
look
back itâs the first time in I donât know
how
long
I look straight into the
ice
floating in them
sockets.
      The sun gleams on his badge. The beam reflects
it bounces
off the badge
it hits me in my pupil. Iâm half-blinded but still I look I
look
I
look into him
into
that
frost some call eyes I wonât look away
fuck
him.
      Pop
pinches into me.
He pinches into
his
son
that theyâre taking
away for four
months.
      In his best cop voice
Pop
tells me
he tells his son
thatâs going away for four months getting caged up like an animal
thanks to him
he says to
me
spattering specks of his
spit
on my cheeks my nose my lips they
seep in they
melt
in my mouth
he says,
People like you,
you
make
me
sick.
      Theyâre taking me away now
really.
Mom steps up
she puts her arms
âround my neck
she pulls me
down
against
her
she gives me a
hug.
Feels nice even though I had to bash some asswipeâs
skull
in to get it.
      Then
she lets go.
      Her tears are on my neck
drip
dripping
down.
Donât cry for me
Ma
save those tears theyâre
awful
hard
to come by.
      Iâm looking at her
âstead of where Iâm
headed.
I stumble
Iâd
fall
âcept for those two court officers
holding
me up
on either side
lucky
me.
      Yeah.
      Incarcerated at seventeen.
      Sweet.
      Whatâs next? My lifeâs
jam
packed
with possibility.
      What loving father what
devoted
dad
wouldnât be delighted to see me
dating his
dear
darling
daughter?
      Doll. If she