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The sky was never my court date.

 

If I died once. If I left the body.

 

Habeas corpus.

 

This is not my grave.

 

The value in a dead woman

 

is that she cannot be killed

 

again or cross-examined.

 

The value in being the dead

 

woman at trial is the Crown

 

doesn't represent you

 

regardless.

 

The value in being

 

dead is that it's impolite

 

to speak ill

 

of you.

 

What is called

 

wellness,

 

victim-witness?

 

A swab taken

 

of every orifice.

 

Were there any

 

identifying marks?

 

Were you in fact

 

on the moon

 

that night,

 

Miss Howard?

 

Did you make a choice?

 

I made a cut—it released something.

 

I broke the line.

True Value

Liz Howard

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