the pop-pop
floating up and
don't stop
cherry red with
latex shine
floating slowly
towards the sky...
provides a mother's
"yes, officer"

the pop-pop
chokes your throat and
won't stop
cherry red but
latex stretch
won't let air pass
through your neck
young child lying on the deck...

"yes, officer."
"a toy."
"i see."
An accident...

She told him it was candy.