Social Worker

At 23 years old she must
seem like Tinker Bell to
these old people,

when she was four
she had a little
blue gown with
the yellow fairy on it,

I remember when
she caught the fire
flies and watched them
glow green in a jar,

day after day she
brings her smile with
her to sign them
up for cooked meals,

sometimes they die,

when she was born they
put her in an oxygen
tank as if she was
sent to us from space,

a little light in it,

wearing her
be good always
tattoo on her arm,

and she calls
us to help her
because she locked
her keys in the car again.











Benjamin Nash lives and writes in Austin, Texas.