When she said it, I don't know why;
I pictured one sectioned off plot in a desert
The grass she lay her head on shone
I don't know why;
Outside the gate of the home she described
There was only barren, dusty earth.
No houses, no trees.
Maybe the reason is the breezy angle of her jaw,
The way she could acknowledge politics,
and still sound racist.
I don't know why;
She was so earnest to let me know
That she "understood"
My position in this
Is not neutral.
I don't know why anyone would expect it to be
