There is a man at the mall
who sells puppies, kittens,
and ultraconservative
themed T-shirts.
The shirts praise God,
Glenn Beck, and small government,
sometimes all at once. The puppies
wail like tortured captives.
I wanted to ask the man
about this, but his bandana
and tattooed arms suggested
thinly repressed violence,
while his many silver rings
promised a bloody beating.
I feared for my safety.
I worry about those kittens.
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