Dear Mrs. Bland
Dear Mrs. Bland,
Sometimes on my way from my mother’s house
Or when I put the phone down after calling
Or texting
I wonder about you
I worry as I wonder
Mrs. Bland, now that white demons in blue suits
Undid your baby’s body,
Who runs to the store for you when you don’t feel like it?
Who knows what type of bread to buy even if you didn’t say it?
Who knows what to get you even after they ran…
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