– those blue shells in the grass – the little blue shells all torn apart – that little clear membrane holding the shatters like some safety glass on a windshield – that night the noise of water woke us and there was that car on fire in front of the house – we ran around crazy thinking we’d burn up until you put on your glasses and realized that it was out in the street – everything seemed ok then – we watched from the windows as they pulled apart the hood and water went everywhere – I wasn’t even scared when the gas lit up and flowed down the drains – nothing flammable exists in the sewers – at worst there’s blood –