She folds the old court room,

kangaroo judge, too-

 chatty DA,

disembodied victim’s advocate

Into a single square of 

pressed paper

Mama’s voice cracks over the

willful substitution 

rendering mandatory sentences into a

Chain of paper doll victims

flattened easily

Into origami anger

….funny hats to

fragile sodden boats 

hit by each percussive wave of 

Shouldn’t-‘ve-been

Shouldn’t-ever-have-been

Done-to-us folds