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August 4, 2007
I've come to help
with household chores; she has three girls,
seven, six, and four,
and this neighborhood is not
unlike the one I grew up in.
This Iranian woman is bold and brave,
allowing a man like me into her home.
In the back yard, I light a cigarette,
and she looks back at me, pained,
telling me to go back inside
before the neighbors.. come over...

The death squad is small
but the neighbors help;
I gather up the children
--she is already dead--
I don't have any weapons to save her,
or protect them.

Strange dreams.