on jury duty …

September 2, 2018

heads pointing down,
eyes avoiding contact.
the poet
sits in the back,
the best version of
himself.
Life on Mars
in his hands,
“Wuthering Heights,”
low, in his ears.
(Low enough
that silence
seems louder).
A man in a blue shirt
jokes about
how he
should have
brought beer.
I laugh
as the scrolling,
scrolling,
scrolling,
scrolling
of Instagram
rolls on
in an unwinnable
race.
meanwhile,
the justice system
is the neglected presence
in the front of the room,
begging for
everyone’s attention.