This morning she left her apartment or her rental house.
She set off to find the Job Providers she recognizes
by the cut of the backs of their suits. The tailored strut.
Alice scours Milwaukee* for the Door to the Good Provider.
Meanwhile, frumious paws, black gloved, toss her belongings
out onto the street, almost as fast as snatching claws
had already changed her lock. Then the belongings
that don’t belong anymore are picked through.
Vanishing Alices watch backs turn and desert.
On the curb, what used to belong to any Alice is sold
to the next Alice to be evicted in some tenement
up or down the street. Which street?…