Driving Home (Crack, Boom, Pop)
Crack, boom, pop
The news ricochets around the room like a bullet
It explodes in our ears
Crack, boom, pop
Right near the playground
The report says
The playground I played on
When I was just a child
Now spattered with blood
The video plays on a dozen phones
All crammed into a basement for a party
We watch, wondering, worrying
One of the boys lives a block from where it happened
The report said they were shot in the car
Will he end up with a bullet hole too, driving back home?
We ask this out loud
No hesitation
Just modern survival.
I offer him a room at my house
He almost accepts
We say we’ll wait a few hours
And then drive home,
Heads down.
Refresh the news page
Loading, loading
Nothing new
None of our friends’ faces pop up
But they could
What if it was him?
What if it was me?
What if the party was a few neighborhoods away
And we were right there when it happened?
I tremble
But I shouldn’t even need to
I’m not the one who will drive past the police cars
All pointed toward a patch of blood on the playground
The one we all played on as kids
I won’t go near the suspect’s last known location
Identified, but not in custody
The very threat to our existence
I drive home in darkness
My arms shake
Knuckles turn white
I keep picturing it
A bullet through the windshield
Maybe he’ll start firing without killing me at first
And I’ll have to swerve and drive for my life
But one of the bullets will strike, right?
How could I even avoid something like that?
How do you keep a bullet from entering your car and skull?
I run over a snowy curve
Ice scrapes against metal
My body shudders and
A car honks behind me
Keep it together
But the image of my blood on the pavement replays
An endless broken loop
What if it was me?
Whose faces will show up on the news report?
I shake
My heart beats like there’s a gun to my head
Sometimes it feels like there is now.
I didn’t feel like that before.
I get home.
There’s something different
A strange, new vibration
That shakes through my bones
One I didn’t feel before.
I now worry about the
Crack, boom, pop
It echoes louder in my ears now.
How do I silence it?
I never wondered this before.
But now it reverberates in my body
If you cut my skin, dig into my bones
With the knife’s edge,
All you will hear is
Crack, boom, pop
I worry.
How do I keep myself safe?
How do I keep others safe?
Must I never return to that playground?
I’ve never worried about those things before.
But now,
Every night
I get in bed.
Drift away
Dreams full of
Crack, boom, pop
Flashing images of those two boys
Replaying in my head,
Their minds silent,
No longer full of
Crack, boom, pop
And worries about how to silence those noises forever.
But now,
With my mind full of
Those images,
Those noises,
Those tainted memories of the playground,
I stand before the world,
Small may I be,
And ask for it all to quiet and fade.