was crossing the street when behind me came lights of red and blue. I stepped back into a grass path and let it pass. I had my headphones in and the music droned out the sounds of the sirens. I followed it. Unaware. And found it in my front yard, heading towards the back. I clapped my hand over my mouth in awe and I watched a woman direct it to my sandbox. I tried to stop it, but my mouth was dry and my hair was falling out. I took a sip of water because the air was hot and my ice was melting. The street reminded me of France. And I swear, in the corner of my eye I could see the Eiffel Tower. A man with light eyes (or were they dark?) sat in front of a bookstore and all the lights were out. I thought of a poem I wrote. I waited and waited but he never came. Will he come again? It was half past eight and I was lonely. Waiting for two. Then fifteen. They five. I want to lay on your bed. A dimly lit room. I want to read you something.
“Takes me back to when I went ages without bathing or remembering who I loved. When I slept where I fell. “
Do you remember me now?
Your mother and your father.
Do you have sisters and brothers?
The man stood and sat. With a coffee in his hand. Black.
I want to whisper in his ear.
“We are strangers, but we are here”
I walk around and leave it to the fairies. To the roses and the stone path. To Mother In Law. Painted blood orange, covered in mirrors. I eat watermelon and hope I can always hear.