The Defenestration of Prague
(originally published in Snakeskin)
When my father was six, the other children teased him,
calling him a dirty Bohunk. My grandfather promptly
changed the family name. By this he collaborated
with the enemy, he repudiated the family tradition.
Thus you don’t know how resistant we have been.
You have no idea of the damage we can cause.
Sure, we look like anybody else, but those children
sensed something amiss. I myself want to throw
people out the window all the time, even after I know
they don’t deserve it. I come from a long line
of defenestrators. We take our frustrations seriously,
we live for the dark moments of the soul, we are the truly
evil people, we upset the apple cart time and time again.
Our closest neighbors have always hated us. Thanks to
Grandpapa, I can pass for educated, empowered, lucky.
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