•A hot dog in the park becomes a handgun I take two bites from, fire a round at a low-flying plane.•Mom bayonets the cake, chops the heads off candlesbefore I can find my tongue in the trash and make my wish.•One minute I squirt some children with a garden hose, the next I sniper foreheads, …
A neighbor’s flag flapping, its weathered cloth stretched on a gust, a pair of crows take flightaround an eastern pine, their game of tag and calls like laughter, a tiny riotwhenever the bluster dies down. Siren Doppler-effecting down the block, toddler tantrum settling to a nap, metal on metal of fabric gone slack—stars drapedacross stars, …