Vallejo Nocturno 2019 - Baltimore MD
The Logic of Guilt
It was true, but I would contest.
The blue car, the red lipstick, the receipt, all were false. Fake.
I was in Singapore. Not in NYC.
There were photographs to prove it. A hotel bill.
There were things that no one notices. The broken lock, her misguide eye, some dirty laundry.
The image was very blurry but I was not there.
I had witnesses, all with good recollections and solid reputations.
They provided their depositions. We had several translators.
They all knew what they thought and what they saw.
My lawyer advised me not to to talk.
It was a simple process.
The evening was getting late, the mountains spoke another language.
The prosecutor obtained some lies from others.
We had some shots of Bowmore No. 1 to celebrate.
But there was more, some stolen jewelry, the perfume spilled in the bathroom, and the missing painting.
The morning afterwards, a walk in the park and some sunlight.
End of story
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