Pac stood up, and it’s the first thing you heard him say in like, two weeks of court. ‘You know, your honor, throughout this entire court case, you haven’t looked me or my attorney in the eye once. It’s obvious that you’re not here in the search for justice, so therefore, there’s no point in me asking for a lighter sentence. I don’t care what you do cause you’re not respecting us, this is not a court of law; as far as I’m concerned, no justice is being served here, and you still can’t look me in the eye. So I say, do what you wanna do, give me whatever time you want, because I’m not in your hands, I’m in God’s hands.
She called the white ducks with a soft Clucking of her tongue and they came to Her busy hands for the hard corn she shelled. Taking a fat one up in her arms, soothing the Down with her cheek, she cooed and sang to it, While the eager beak bit at her palm cup.
She bowed the graceful head down to sleep Beneath the perfect white wing and keeping Her place on the long neck, like a finger in a Book, she brought up the porcelain bowl to Hold in her knees, in one motion. I can still See the shining blade layering through the Orderly feathers, through the sleeping veins.
Headless, featherless duck swam in clear water, Dark blood, carrots and apples, black prunes, Parsley, pepper, thyme until the meat fell Away from the bone and pieces floated among the White kluski clouds in dark brown broth. Every Bit of the down she saved for small pillows. When she gave them to my children she said, “They won’t remember me, so tell them these were from the duck feather woman.” They took them Eagerly from her knotted fingers.