State visit
convicted felon and suspected kiddie fiddler
objectors arrested.
© Rachel Green September 2025
my parent's house had a downstairs toilet that
had bare painted walls and quarry tiled floor
one small window, left open for the cat
to come and go, and solid boarded door.
A lock designed to work with single thumb
which slid a bolt into a waiting mortice
but as a child I was weak and dumb
and locked unsuspecting anything amiss.
An hour or two, until my dad with rod and pole,
fed through the window onto stubborn lock
applied sufficient pressure for the goal
of freeing me, and relishing the chance to mock.
Years later, I painted murals on those walls:
Fat Freddy's Cat, Jerry Cornelius, beloved Joni*
and my father didn't care, but didn't love them all;
accepted I was weird and just a little lonely.
© Rachel Green September 2025
*Mitchell
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