saw in the paper
an ad for a flat on main street.
five rooms,
completely furnished.
he asked if he should take it.
get the klan to leave me alone.
i can’t imagine life without that child under my feet,
asking a thousand questions
with that odd way of hers,
talking to the animals
and the plants
and the furniture
as if everything
was talking back.
i can’t imagine life without that child.
i told mr. hirsh so in so many words.
damn klan.
to think of what they could drive from my life
with their filthy
little
minds.