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      November 20, 2017Who Am I?Kelly Fordon

      I have eaten all your almonds
      because you left them
      on the counter. A better person
      would not have done it.
      A slightly better person
      would have done it,
      but left a note.
      You would have eaten
      mine though you say
      you would not rob a bank.
      I would only rob a bank
      if I ran out of other options.
      I go to church
      and copy the rules out
      on my hand.
      When I break one,
      I get absolution
      from the priest.
      When I say penance,
      I feel better right away.
      I shouldn’t have yelled
      at that woman, but she
      is a bitch. I shouldn’t have
      slapped her, but she deserved it.
      I am going to pray
      until I am no longer angry,
      and if I am still angry,
      I will take it out on the maid,
      who is stupid,
      who should have learned
      to speak English,
      and then she would not
      have had to be a maid.
      I should not buy
      (insert word here)
      But I never buy myself
      anything really.
      I have not bought anything
      since last year when I
      purchased the Mac.
      I needed that for
      my foundation.
      It’s a non-profit
      dedicated to helping
      people with problems.
      There are so many.

      from #57 - Fall 2017

      Kelly Fordon

      “Even though I spent a lot of time in the Midwest as a child, I was not truly a resident of the Rust Belt until I moved to Michigan in the ’90s with my husband and settled in the suburbs of Detroit. At that time, I was shocked by the divisiveness between the city and suburbs. I remain in shock. This poem reflects some of what I have witnessed in terms of privileged sensibility and racism in the suburbs.”