Adding Insult to Injury
He waited there
in all black
With a copy of Burrough’s Naked Lunch.
He didn’t read it.
It was a prop.
I, in my best work dress, came in
With every pay stub for the past six months
In chronological order,
Proof of insurance, day care bills,
My lease, birth certificates, social security cards,
And a host of other documents
That I was threatened to have.
When we were brought in
to see the magistrate
She complimented him
For showing up.
She asked him about his unemployment issues
Then likened him to her own son
Who had to move back home with her.
She opened our case folder
With the big red “Domestic Violence”
Stamp across it.
“I really sympathize with your situation.”
She said to him.
“I hope it gets better for you soon.”
She didn’t look at my folders
Painstakingly gathered and formed
By my O/CD and fear
That I didn’t have every required document.
Finally she looked at me.
And awarded me
$50 a month for our two baby girls.