by Claire Scott Andrei Slobtsov The corporation planted poison ivy in my yard last night five plants, five feet apart along with twenty pink flamingos you know the tacky kind you see on cheap lawns not the nicer ones with solar lights I called the police but Laura (they are all named Laura) is tired of hearing from me and tells me to see a doctor or simply hangs up or doesn’t bother to answer when she sees my name I have a doctor who thinks I am just fine although she has sug