I stand by the window. Rain on the parking lot. Grocery carts in a corral. My children speak in codes. Bleach and fridge hum. Fear of death. The station wagon idles. Who will die first? White noise — get swallowed whole — go. Airborne toxic event! Say it slow. We already know. Counting what stays. Counting what leaks. Through the milk and rain. Again and again. I wear my name like smoke. Hollow Latin. Steady voice. Words with weight. Supermarket aisle. Detergent and peaches. The world tilts on a cart wheel. One bad jar from opening. Toxic cloud — we keep moving — go. Airborne toxic event! Say it slow. We already know. Counting what stays. Counting what leaks. Through the milk and rain. Again and again. Dylar in a bottle. Small white promise. Metal and milk. Clean bright lie. The most photographed barn. We take pictures of taking pictures. Nobody sees the barn. Only the seeing. Photographed barn — no one sees it — go. Airborne toxic event! Say it slow. We already know. Through the milk and rain. Holding the terror close. Again and again. Again and again. The hum of the fridge... The hum of the fridge...
