You know that trouble what ironed me last year? I went to that place you told me-- there’s this red carpet like I’m some kinda King o’ somethin'. There’s some posh chair in the waitin' room, clay pot o' red flowers, silk, I think, smellin' up the space with that fakeness. I see the man, that lawyer, he says to me real serious like, “How much justice can you afford?” I can’t afford nothin'. I got somethin' like a penny slid under the railroad, all flattened out by that train gone south, that nasty screech runnin' the poor thing over, that little money pitched off the track to the woods, chippin' off the grass, driven into dirt, sinkin' rotten copper back to Earth. That’s you ‘n me.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Just a Penny
by Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt