Three years. 10,000 miles. Three American cities.

*****

Oh, We’re Good

We can find a fingernail
Buried in the forest
Which sixteen years of heavy tread
Have stepped on before us

We can find a tiny fish
Underneath the ocean
Simply by its signature
Scientific motion

We can find nefarious
Truant refugees from schools
Where how to fight a terrorist
Is listed in the rules

We find working partiers
Out to have six hours’ fun
And you ~ if you make a mistake
Could be made by anyone

But we can’t find a man who does
His best to let us know he’s here:
Fumes loosed in the libraries,
Dead horses and deer,

Displaced shopping carts
In the thousands, poisoned milk ~
Anything and everything
A person of that ilk

Can possibly do to earn arrest,
Who hangs around the poet’s van
Within one little mile all day
So he drive her crazy can,

Comes close enough every night
To launch projectiles at its side ~
We just can’t how to deal with him
Expertly decide

Excuse us for two more long years
While we pass it in review
You see, the problem, actually, is
We don’t really want to.

*****

Until removal of the stalker/targeter/vandal/arsonist following her allows her to approach any landlord ~ even for a private parking space ~ and to begin once again to create professional connections and to rebuild her life, this poet presently lives homeless and at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level.

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