in Jackworld
Annora’s mother
pilloried on 12 o’clock TV
not answering the door
We’ve had her up before
she’ll keep on doing it
untilunspoken
feral old man
tethered in the yard
titanic mounds
of garbageThey’re afraid
of dinging up their cars
They always stop
comforting me
when I stalked out of Poetry
Livea good kind woman
turned into the butt
of media mikes
& yetthe squalor
freaked me out
that dark reporter …
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