one: the weekend of january 20th
on the way back uptown, in the monster jeep, we flew past the lit-up castle in the harbor, and all the lights.
you never believe me, he says, that i can do what i think i can do.
from 108th until we get home, he runs every red light.
cops sit in cars like turtles.
i feel all my blood rush into my heart, then to my head, and then explode like electrical fire.