the pick up

i see a black van
pull up outside

and two
men get out wearing white

uniforms.
there's a woman too holding
a clipboard
and a photo.

they have a straight jacket
with them
and
a syringe in

their hands. a long
canvas
stretcher.

they knock on the door
and ask

where is she. we need to take
her in now.

enough is enough.
who?

i ask. they show me her picture.
her name
written at the top
of a list.

they open the book on her

and regal me with
her nefarious deeds.

oh, her. i remember her.

but she's not
here anymore. hold
on,

i'll get you the address.