4 December 2007 | Vol. 7, No. 4

No Wonder

by ARIELLE GREENBERG

You can't be homeless in Minneapolis. It's too cold.

I mean, here you are, and you are cold and homeless in Minneapolis

but you're like my twin sister

and it's like Christmas:

glass balls of impossible

splintering all the trees.

What if you were three mad sisters

who lived at home with your mother

who hates you? Oh, you are?

Well, then, no wonder you are pregnant

and homeless on the streets of Minneapolis