by J. Bradley
I’m waiting for the beauty pageant
of acquitted murderers, the reinstatement
of electric chairs for mood lighting.
The occupation is prepared, justice
as soundbite wide enough to gnaw
the Achilles heel of the 99%.
We will know her favorite color, the food
and English she missed. We will learn nothing.
J. Bradley is a contributing writer for Specter Magazine and the Interviews Editor of PANK Magazine. He lives at iheartfailure.net.
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