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MY MOTHER TAKES THE STAND

The room is walking

into a woman. It’s lying to you

again—hasn’t learned.

The room is walking into a woman and he claims

this time

he has the evidence. A telephone

dangles from his white-collar neck. Right.

That’s my cue.