Mother,
how did they
destroy the neighborhood
soul by soul
on the street
of children’s chalk
I am still
remembering the trees
I guess it was a forest That one guy went missing
and then the other guy got shot
Oh my stars
My mom
My poor dog
Who believes
every word I say:
I’ll report what I can,
just as soon as I know.

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Becca Yenser works and writes in Portland, Oregon. Her words have appeared in: kill author, Knee-Jerk Magazine, and Filter Literary Journal. Forthcoming is a semi-fictional, quasi-tour guide of Ms. Pac Man machines in Portland. She likes paying attention.