with one of my neighbor's
i won't say her name, but
people refer
to her as the witch on the corner,
or just becky.
when i see her on her broom
flying over the neighborhood
looking for home owner
violations,
i shake my head.
we have stopped waving.
there's no pretense anymore
that we could ever
get along.
no more how are you' or hey.
what up?
i got nothing for becky anymore.
i see that she's spelled my
name wrong
as she writes it in the sky,
preceded by the smokey word
surrender.
it's with a ph, not a v, i yell
up to her,
shaking my fist.
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