I once met Adolf Hitler
in a laundromat
he had his shirt off
and was kicking the washer
screaming in Spanish
about not enough room for
his Hawaiian shirts
"Calmate" I yelled
"Whats up with you", he screamed
"Look no damned soap suds and the machine is bloody Korean"
"Why didn't they get a Miele? Aaagh"
He slumped into resignation, eyeing the ceiling
living a new identity had its challenges
I thumbed my magazine
small creatures retreated into their holes
I thought about the war