BLOWN UP BITS OF BLACK AND BROWN CHILDREN

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Nothing gives them more joy,
Grandma yelled at the television,

pointing at the blown up bits of black and brown children.

No matter how much they have to eat,

they always have room for chocolate.

We were sitting in the medical clinic waiting room.

She was speaking aloud at the crowd.

Exhausted, watching them feast on the television screen above their heads for hours.

They felt her voice, like the buzzing of a fly.

One guy murmured, that's what I meant honey, 

she speaks one of those khhhh languages.

Grandma side eyed him and said this man is a genius. 

Shhh I said. 

Why, she exclaimed. Who cares? Duplicity?

I'm voting for the opposition next time. 

Same bird other wing, let's make it fly lopsided if we can.

Their eyes were glued to the tv. 

when the nurse yelled next,

no one got up to leave.

Murdering people in their sleep 

and watching talk shows about it when their eyes are open.

Bug eyes, Grandma said in english. 

Noone flinched.

Maybe we should put you in a home, Grandma.
Shaking her head she said, sure why not,

become one of them.