“the scales of justice” by Sasha at her desk

Sunday October 2, 2016
5 minutes

Justice beats me at badminton
and rubs sunscreen on the bridge of my nose.
Justice puts butter on toast thick like
peanut butter puts ice in a glass high
like a tower.
Justice doesn’t have a clock or a phone or
a laptop only three ring Hilroy notebooks and
mechanical pencils. What more do you need?
Justice likes it spicy
likes it salty
likes it sweet.
Punch to the mouth
Justice says