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"The most important things sometimes happen in the lightest moments. And if nothing else important happens, the lightness can strengthen bonds between the people present. So also, I hope, for the writer and the reader."
—Jordan Davis

How to Be a Lawyer

Jordan Davis

My father taught me how to play the beer bottle. It was Schlitz, and I was three or four. "You tuck your lower lip under, then blow air over the top of the bottle." I produced a tone, and we laughed. He paused. "You can make a different sound if there's less in the bottle," he said, motioning for me to take a sip. I did, then blew another note. We laughed again.

"Do you want to learn something else? Here's how to be a lawyer. Raise one eyebrow." I did so. "Good. Now hold it for a few seconds, turn toward the jury, and say 'I see.'"

Copyright © 2013 by Jordan Davis. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on August 30, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Copyright © 2013 by Jordan Davis. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on August 30, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Jordan Davis

Jordan Davis

Born in 1970, Jordan Davis is the author of a poetry collection and many reviews and essays about poetry

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