How Harmful Can She Be
They get out of cars and adjust their clothes.
Some wearing a yard or two of makeup.
Others in pajamas or jogging suits.
It is Saturday morning
The mall has just opened.
I sit in the parking lot watching.
Knowing what danger they would be in
If I was a killer
That unassuming sweet little old lady?
Sure I went to see what she wanted.
How harmful could she be?
I gnash my teeth, smelling their blood.
They walk past in their pajamas,
Not realizing my dog nose can smell their toothpaste.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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