i was 13
on a
Halloween night,
and me
and my friends
were out stealing pumpkins
off
porches
in a
great big night
of smash and run and
nobody ever chased us except
this
one old man
who ran us down the block,
around the corner and into a field,
where we
lay in the weeds,
laughing,
while he stood
on the sidewalk and yelled:
“i know
you’re out there.
i can hear you!
one day, you’re gonna regret this!”
and
damn it,
the old guy was right.
