my daughter flying on her bike me swishing her brother
in a stroller approach a police vehicle in the road
yellow tape and twenty or so neighbors standing in a driveway
hushed and rapt by a swat team discharging tear gas
canisters splintering second story windows
 
in the house we have never liked because the man
is too eager to chat with my beautiful wife as she pushes 
the baby around the corner without looking
and we notice there are always new cars rotating
on a ten minute loop once they deal what is dealt
 
so i ask and the woman jean (with the blind dog)
she says isn’t it sad, the man died in there
a few days back and before that the young son
of the family who owned the house ODed 
and it has been sketchy ever since and now they
 
are trying to get someone out of that house
they have been trying for hours and my nine-year-old
daughter hears this and we decide to point the opposite
direction and she says ten houses later this stretch
is creepy i inquired why because two people died
 
in the same house don’t you think that’s creepy?
yes, like haunted? yes, like there is a ghost who doesn’t
want people to be in his house so he kills them
i think his name is bob and he just hates people living
where he wants to be
 
i told her i think that would make an amazing story
but this morning she announces she couldn’t sleep
why? because bob needs a new house
because bob