talk from the suburbs

the ambiance, unbeknownst to the rest of us, began to stagnate in mid air, impregnate the lukewarm breeze with an energy beyond the day morning had set before us. ignited by the wreckage and cinder, the flesh and the ash, the moaning muffled by metal and glass hit my ears like a ceremonial chant. when did the ambulance eat the limousine? a purse split open, spilling out receipt papers and morning after pills, like the remanence of a parade, confetti for the violence crawling through my mind.