26.

Ice cream
drips on my brother's face
school bell tone drone, SFO
rumbling in the sky.

dad yells my name
inside, but I hide in the grains
of the sidewalk, lost in
wheels on freeway, Lucy
barking at the door.

my blanket knows burning hair
dog hair vapor of marijuana
tickling the air, I creep
downstairs, everyone sleep
stares at television,
I light the floor of the kitchen
to paint.