When Judge Judy says, If you were the trophy
at the end of my race, I’d walk backwards,
it’s the equivalent of a cold-stunned
iguana that loses its grip on a live oak
when the temperature drops 40 degrees
in Miami and lands on a passerby
who’s just taking out her dog or maybe
a cyclist who is grateful after all
for the helmet that saves him from
20 pounds of rapidly accelerating
lizard icicle. Confidence bruises
just like that, the skin of it meeting
some blunt object, a point or two. It doesn’t
mean that you won’t win. But contracts
aside, the judge wants you to know
who she’d prefer to see slammed
onto swales, stiff-legged and comatose,
in some cases never to be revived again
by the future assurance of sun, collected
to be sold as meat on the dark Web,
an invasive species dealt with
by a much higher authority than hers.
Natural Selection by Jen Karetnick | Lemon Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
Jen Karetnick is the Miami-based author of 22 books of poetry, cooking, and travel. See jkaretnick.com for more.
