San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly

Rosalee Thompson

Rite Aid, Whittier

I watched you walk by her round as sun baby belly

her 2 dirty crying children
You made her
invisible
She didn't speak American
Her rapid gestation of human life
reminds you of bus ads
Pray for Rosemary's baby
Seeing chemical red
you say you are pro life
Pray for Rosemary's baby
Is humankind dead
what is art
who are your neighbors
 
Without wings
a homeless bird still walks home from war