Listening to the progressive
radio station as I drive,
I note the bitterness
in the voice of
a commentator I often hear,
and it suddenly comes to me.
she hates America.
She’s chosen the U.S. government
as her Bogeyman,
the recipient of her anger,
the same way
some have chosen
progressives like her
as theirs.
I wondered who
my own Bogeyman is—
and how he hides
so cleverly?
