shoot_out_the_lights
raze
a
siren
starts
screaming
the
second
i
open
the
door
.
soft
colours
fade
with
the
dying
of
a
stranger's
laughter
.
i
watched
her
husband
walk
behind
her
once
.
shoulders
slumped.
a
piece
of
human
luggage
carrying
a
cooler
.
sixteen
years
in
and
i
still
don't
know
what
to
call
her
.
she
accused
me
of
hitting
her
car
after
a
couple
of
crackheads
kicked
in
our
front_door
.
i
never
learned
to
drive
.
she
helped
us
back
out
of
the
driveway
one
winter
when
we
were
hemmed
in
by
snow
.
all
she
is
to
me
is
red
hair
and
white_noise
.
i
hone
in
on
a
conversation
i'm
not
a
part
of
.
a
few
words
slip
out
of
the
stream
of
empty
syntax
. "
a
terrible
term
,"
she
says
.
a
white
-haired
woman
walks
a
little
black
dog
on
a
red
leash
.
flashing
lights
strafe
my
sight
.
a
fire
engine
flies
by
.
there's
no
fire
here
.
only
tired
urges
that
have
outlived
their
usefulness.
a
screen
door
moans
two
houses
down
.
if
it
sit
here
long
enough
, fashion
my
fingers
into
firearms
,
and
shoot
out
every
streetlight
i
see
,
maybe
i
can
disappear.
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