May 302014

There was this do-gooder who swooped in on my mom’s three room flat

to investigate how dirty the place had become

I remember him poking around in the closet for some reason

pretending to be there to help but he only snooped around once and never came back

He never came back

I remember he had a superior and disgusted look on his face

Did he come to count the vodka bottles strewn about, and hidden in dresser drawers Did he come to make us feel

more like white trash

All of this I witnessed I was a child of ten

All of this I witnessed but could not understand what was going on

I did not understand till years later the man was there to feel superior not to help, he never came back

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