walking home from Clark College Dick Cheney passed me driving a blood red pickup don’t have to remind you about the gas mileage on a vehicle like that the deep-seated belief that the suburbs are somehow insulated from the violence and insanity of The City is a Myth created by frightened white folks who whisper to one another like children playing beneath forts made of bedsheets casting spells to ward off Evil for even here in Vancouver, USA things have been getting serious kidnapping, murder, shooting, stabbing much of it, if you believe the papers, committed by skeletal raccoons tweaked out on methamphetamine last night while I was in bed the boy’s arms wrapped tightly around my neck a woman ran through my neighborhood screaming and it was for his sake, I told myself that I did not run outside to aid her but instead lay there, frozen and listened
From the chapbook Ghost Town, USA, THIS IS NOT AN ALBATROSS, 2008.
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