Amy Coney Barrett, imagined.

Watching her in the hearings, I knew her almost biographically. There were details I imagined that, on looking up, proved to be true. I’ll put up the longer version with my conjectures (psychic realizations!) later, but here’s the poem length version. The other’s more a dramatic piece: tragic-comedy.

She sounds like she is still in high school.

She holds up her pad -blank.

See? 

She’s memorized all the answers,

all the cases, all the dogma.

At one point she was tempted to doodle,

God loves me

He loves me not

surrounded by little hearts.

But she was afraid someone would see,

the nuns always saw.

She went to an all girls Catholic high school.

Back then God was her boyfriend,

everyone’s boyfriend, 

the nuns’ boyfriend too.

No wonder they split it into three,

at least then there was a Trinity to crush on.

She sounds like she is still in high school

but she went to college and then law school

where she memorized so many cases, 

she had to teach them just to get them out of her.

You can understand them 

if you’re literal enough.

She thought it would be hard but she found she likes it,

applying the rules over and over again.

It’s like catechism

a no brainer.