My day as a bad neighbor and a bad friend when a little kid got hurt. Written hastily. |
Tuesday night Cozy in suburbia during a storm Noshing intermittently during reruns like the glutton I am Couch-plastered and sinful Sister grabs a coat and her emotions morph shadowed dubious and motherly like any Samaritan neighbor I perk my eye to the frenzy scarlet, navy, vague tension in front of the house to our right Stepping outside, it is blistering freezing rain and abysmal depths of sky there is melancholy imminent We're insidiously stricken with paranoia They're Lebanese, and bigotry reigns in our wartime armada if they're arrested, I'm breaking them out I'm revolting I won't stand for it but no... an ambulance comes minutes... minutes... deadening dormancy What the fuck happened? ... palpitating flash! ajar! EMT's rush in and so do the prophets the blankets of Islam the softness of god and their dearest companion in Dystopia It continues to rain harder, insane and my shoes are soaked to my death I am gagged, stuffed of revelation and cleansed in sheer, wet arctic madness The trauma ascends Stricken the youngest is cuddled in a blanket in the shoulders of an ambulance worker Of course, disrupted precocity the little girl has been claimed victim of mad tradition destiny's avarice, perhaps her mother bolts out blood red sweater and blood red tears I've never seen such passion flowing thru and thru onward to infinity I can feel the aura of our street darken Their house is decimated, a requiem Accursed fate Accursed god Accursed rain My accursed self Paces, paces, paces, clutter back and forth by their kitchen window I see their nerves from behind my picket fence because I'm hiding I'm placid, detached and distraught a busted nerve, a breakdown who's completely ice-frigid, cool on the outside What do I do? They are so close knit a family To barge in and offer my condolences would be intrusive and wicked To shut up and let the drama that palpable, un-I drama fade away with days and new thoughts that would be a worse crime I end up sending a text What the fuck's wrong with me Acedia |