Siren Song
The light above our license plate is out
It is 3:00AM
He is leaving for work
He must drive through the whitest part of town
He says the bulb is in the glove compartment
I screech as if I am widow, open casket
As if they already pulled him over
Tell him not to drive
He says it will be fine
I am awash with visions
Red lights, blue lights, sirens, toe tags, hash tags
Muted hysteria
Silent and flailing inside
I say he is careless
Irresponsible
Cavalier
He says he is unafraid
Leaves for work
I am a sea of prayers and flickering flames
I tick and tock for eight hours
Hold my breath
©Confidence Omenai 2020
