Shirt
My neighbor's name is Shirt.
His kids play with spiders
under the deck, scratching at the earth,
and leave graffiti on the library wall.
PORK! ROAST! SEX!
An instructor in the hip-hop dance studio
at the strip mall says he understands
the two outside words, but not the inside one.
His wife posits that maybe it's too literal,
while she shoves another Adderall.
I'm just a wary prairie dog.