closer to home
when the terrorists moved in down the
street the other week
I worried nonstop for the safety of my children
and my two thousand twelve chevrolet
since moving in they’d been stockpiling
weapons in the two-car garage
when I called the police
they said there was nothing they could do
they’re living here legally
they said
and they’ve purchased the necessary
ammunition stamps
pausing with phone in hand
I stood looking out the bay window
watched the registered sex offender
(across the street and two doors down)
jump in his sports car and race away
my hands by my side I could barely hear the
officer on the other end repeatedly asking
hello hello hello
august two thousand fourteen
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jdubqca 
Good, but kind of creepy!
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Yes, absurdly creepy if you ask me.
Along with our National Anthems we are given an innoculation of fear
Yes, I suppose a little fear goes a long way for some.
there goes the neighborhood 🙂 K
you said it sister!
this can be read in so many ways.. but primarily I read that uneasiness and suspicion creeping into the neighborhood.. yes that exist all the time I think