You know those with the big long fingers,
the ones when they point at you,
the natives say, you are going to die?

Well, they pointed at me in a zoo.
They singled me out in San Diego.
And everyone in the crowd ran away.
As if the brother who stole,
or the sister who sold her body.

I was afraid to go home
why I was late making your favorite supper.
Trembling, thinking that if I returned
I would need to confess this,
that you’d call me ‘crazy’.

‘That is crazy’, said the voice in the mirror.
I knew you would say that without me having to say it.