VIII.

 

She was smoking a Pall Mall Blue. In her winter-coat, a crooked scarf covering her freshly shaven head. Her hand trembled as it made its' way to her lips. She told me we didn't need the television. The neighbors were entertaining enough.

 

The man across the street has no hands. Just hooks. But he drives his van like a pro.

 

The kids ride their bikes through the flooded parts of the street, where the drain is backed up. They cry when they fall in because they've ruined the cards fashioned in the spokes of their tires.

 

An afternoon speed-walker circles our home once every day. Like clockwork. Armed with a mullet.

 

Two trailers down and across, a young man celebrates his O.C.D. He keeps an empty box on the stoop which he moves, just so. Wiggles the knob on the front door. Walks around back. Studies the lawn. Repeats as desired.

       Repeats as desired.

 

She laughs a full laugh, head tilting slightly back. Her teeth are red. She tells me to keep the doors locked. The neighbors are crazy.

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[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

haha those last four lines made me laugh, but also completely freaked me out. i think it's the red teeth thing. feels ominous.

[Leap]

It feels like people watching...close observations at a distance in summary. You're the s**t Lady.