County Courthouse
I wait in line
to go through
security
while my husband
waits to
pay the parking meter
I stand near
a man who smells
like he took
a bath in
cigarettes,
I feel
ashamed for
judging him,
here at a courthouse
where everyone
deserves
a fair chance
after the hearing
we go upstairs
with our lawyer
to take our
oath and pay
our bond
the clerk
who takes our
cash
has glitter
on her eyelids
It's so lovely
yet seems out
of place,
like finding
a God's eye
stuck in
a dead tree
Melanie Browne is a poet and fiction writer living in Texas. She has been published in various journals and
online literary magazines such as Pulp Metal Magazine. She has also been included in several anthologies,
including Zombies Galore and Everyday poets 2.
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