"and so i want to dress like a lady," is what she said
to me, "a lady, like you. i want to be a lady, a lady like
you."
and part of me wanted to laugh in derision, the other
part wanted to fall to my knees, for i am no lady: not
worthy of that title, no ruby will every be paid for me
i am what i am, but her words at 5:45pm behind a pane
of plastic: dressed in the blue that has been washed too
many times, and long after
all lawyers had gone home came to me as a blessing
a blessing that all i had endured that day imaginary as
it was, was in preparation to take grace
her grace: as she smiled as a child: joy transcending
as her words echoed Christ's: "i am found like you
said
and i am glad you are my attorney, you are good, you are so good"
and i had no choice but to wipe away my sinful tears
