My neighbor who says fuck all the time
has painted a flag on the side of his house.
He doesn’t have room for thirteen stripes,
only twelve. There are thirty-six stars.
Hanging off the porch — a flag faded to white.
It has been there since September 12th, 2001.
When his son comes back from the mall
wearing a Who Would Jesus Bomb? t-shirt
my neighbor shouts, Whose fuckin’ side are you on?
The boy shrugs his shoulders and turns away.
about the author