Claire Sylvester Smith



The self is made of a soft
power. When I was sixteen

I went to stand before a judge
to tell him I had just barely

broken the law. I was the proof,
he was the room built

only for holding machines
and the man who switches them on.              






Germination note: This poem borrows from [Carnot’s rule] and DuPage County court case #2002TR148720.