“Landlord” By Frances Mac

No fair treaty can be reached with this leech of a man
He mans a window seat, leers from a walker with Dunlop feet
A feat for his age, still making us prey
We pray to escape his lens, we endure his sins
But sense always that we are reluctant idols
We idle, eyes downcast, past his cast of girls in frames
He frames us allshame for three figure rent
And rent pride, tatty like bleached ends
No end for a woman, bending, pennedno fair


Frances Mac is an international affairs consultant living in Washington, DC. She hails from the Texas Hill Country. Her work has previously been published in Epigraph Magazine.

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