they say she’s sick
cuz she leaves her windows open
when it’s cold outside-
curtains blowing in the wind;
lost her husband and kids all grown-
they pat my head and say leave her ‘lone
but she fascinates me with
her silver blue hair always tied in a bun.
she told me once she’s come undone
and she has to nap from one to three just to put her shoes on her feet,
i have no idea what she means but i smile
and go back to my house.
they say she’s crazy
cuz she piles up trash in cardboard boxes on her porch
while she swats at flies with a dingy hankie-
small hands and wrinkled skin,
she looks so sad so i try to make conversation with her.
she tells me she’s come undone
that her whole world is gone and she doesn’t know why
they left her here.
i have no idea what she means and i walk back to my house
wondering if she was happy i even stopped.
They say she’s lonely
cuz she talks out loud when no one’s there
and she rocks for hours as if that is her day’s work.
in raggedy slippers and her housecoat,
with arms folded-
in the middle of winter she sits there with her windows open
curtains blowing in the wind
trash piled up in cardboard boxes-
i don’t know why they left me here she yells
over and over again;
but now i understand,
she really has come undone.