Marjorie says we let kids should arm themselves.
Oh, no, say the neighbors.
What about last year’s kids?
Won’t our insurance rates go up
because they weren’t armed, either?
Well, Netta twists the phone cord –
she won’t let go of the landline in case
of the border wars Teddy whispered about –
if Marjorie says so, nodding her head
as she watches the scroll
and reflexively clutches her heart
when the face of the man she didn’t vote for
comes on the screen.
Marjorie says we need more guns
and to return to God.
Netta is calmer now.
Nothing bad happens at church.