you have a dream that
judge judy
is yelling at you.
telling you to quit waving
your arms
and to look at her when
you speak.
you try to show her the evidence,
the Nordstrom bill,
the photos of her kissing
your son's karate teacher
behind the strip mall.
the piles of laundry in
the basement,
the dishes in the sink.
the pad lock on
the bedroom door.
she slams her gavel down
and keeps asking
you the same
question over and over
again to which you have
no answer.
you have no case she says.
your wife is right.
you need to give
her everything.
your son, your dog, your
copy of catcher in
the rye. you get nothing.
that's it she yells,
case dismissed,
i'm done with you,
now go.
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