cathy ulrich
"YOUR GIRLFRIEND AS A RELOCATION CENTER"
She will be the wobble-wall barracks nestled side by side, she will be mothers sweeping floor-dust away, fathers stuffing rags and newspapers into cracks and holes, now we’ll keep the wind out, now we’ll sleep, she will be the words in newspaper editorials, their treacherous race, she will be the trains bringing families in, suitcases-full, she will be the night-dull guards and their guns, she will be we don’t want them here, and when you look at her, she will look back with the eyes of a child gazing through barbed wire to a world they aren’t allowed to touch.