Poetry of Issue #7 Page 11
Jury Duty
When the prosecuting attorney refers to himself
as a fat Ron Jaworski, the erstwhile
Philadelphia Eagles’ star quarterback,
I burst out laughing. Some
of my fellow jurors
stare at me. One raises
an eyebrow. The rest glare.
The judge slams his gavel
and speaks: “The jury will disregard
that statement. I played high school
football with Ron Jaworski,
and I can assure you
that this man looks nothing
like him whatsoever.” I cover
my mouth. A recess is called,
and I walk into the men’s Room,
where my suppressed laughter spills
in sunlight on the urinals.