Streaks of water dry
into unsightly patterns
all over the hood.

Chatter fills the car
all along the short drive home.
Edgewise words? Um, no.

Sore shoulder muscles
clench together to protest
years of foul abuse.

Char lines form on steak
inches above searing heat
powered by propane.

Her small protest sign
vexes his weak, squinting eyes.
Squint into blindness!

Small drops of water
drip and drop onto drywall.
There goes the ceiling!

Tacky flamingos
require ornamentation
beyond their pink shells.

Embrace the hot sun.
Without air conditioning,
barbecue improves.

Billions of police,
seemingly billions, at least,
walk the empty streets.

Emotion, you thief,
you have stolen it, her breath,
what she needs to live.