the indian ocean

she says, wouldn't it be nice
to go the ocean,
sit out on a wide porch
and watch the waves roll in.
which ocean, I ask her.
the indian ocean she says
sarcastically.
you mean native American ocean
I say, volleying back.
it goes on like this
for awhile until
she tells me she's tired
and has to go back to work.
it's hard being you, she
says. isn't it?
you have no idea, I tell her.
no idea.