Today we went to the courthouse.
We wound our way through the echoing halls
full of arrowheads and clay pipes,
to an office where they asked for cash and photographs.
Out again, to the bank,
to scrounge up some Andrew Jacksons.
Back through the halls, to the office,
where we held up right hands and swore to the truth.
We signed some papers and took a card,
then got some slushed tea and lemonade
in the muggy sunlight,
and sat in the park
where five months ago
it all began.

Published by Hannah Kennedy

Hannah is an old lady at heart, with a deep love of yarn and floral patterns. She has curly hair, she is a lefty, she googles everything, and her favorite color is blue. She can usually be found reading everything from nineteenth-century fiction to modern psychology, doing yoga, dragging out chores to fit the podcast she's listening to, or watching The Office with her husband.

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