flashing green and blue lights
smiling faces and bored minds
we veer off the road
but no one says anything
no alarm as we ride to Hell

wait
lounge
look pretty

blue bandaid on my thumb
soon we’ll be buds
we stick together like gum

excitement
bubbling in my body
ready for anything
alive

small hole drilled into side of house
hidden behind an unkempt shrub
neighborhood watchman looks in
he makes his rounds protecting the block
but always he stops for a look
into the young woman’s home
and no one thinks anything of it
the watchman lingering around

heavy body
quiet evening