Sitting around playing apples to Apples then a beam of light picks up Kevin b out the blue a chrome whip descends from the roof bright circles spin fast like coins on a tooth Kevin drops cards, his chair tips, he slides in the air his Jordans kick nothing, feet dangling mid-stair inside the hatch his phone pings, signal gone dead green figures with three eyes check vitals on red they scan his chain, Cartier link in their grip Kevin laughs nervous, “y’all want the watch or the whip?” the leader tilts head, thinks human got jokes they tag him with numbers, log height in their notes next stop a lab room, tables spin on their own Kevin’s breath fogs glass, his heart skips a tone they poke with cold tools, light flashes his skin his sleeve rolls up quick, a new mark settles in he jokes “you need my pin? swipe left on the card” they copy his laugh sound, replay it on hard hours blur, no clock, just hum of the floor Kevin counts ceiling vents, tries mapping the door finally back in the beam, dropped soft on his lawn dawn pink, his Jordans still scuffed from the spawn he texts friends the clip, they swear it’s a prank but his chain’s left hand now and the time’s out of sync
