Arlington Road
We’ve all heard your stories
like La Llorona you come for children,
You come for men,
with your translucent ice veneer.
Tonight you tried to take my husband,
rolled him over four times and dumped him in a pond
the sacrifice to avenge
us for being, well, happy.
Tonight though, he is home,
warm and asleep, even if our daily
lives are strewn amongst the cattails and weeds
of the pond water, even if you tried to sink us
tonight, at least, my love, is home.
