On tiptoe

I lowered the eyes

from the aligned Matchbox cars on the shelve

and loosed myself on the floor, raising a Lego city.

Grandma built a tent, over tricycles, boxes and other stuff

and I crept into there over the red carpet, holding my plastic gunracket

after shooting the enemy under the bushsheets.


There’s a compression now

and it seems the enemy resisted


shootings persist


city and war

real, overnight