Dropping In

Dropping In — page 1
1 I’m PlayStationed to death and I’m watching the street for entertainment Drizzle smears the window Shades of grey smudge into each other and run down the glass The house feels like a cage Across the street a person is framed in a watery yellow square It’s a kid looking out like me except his head is wobbling all over the place He sort of tips it back and then it nods forward on a different angle I can’t see his eyes but I know he’s watching checking out his new neighbourhood The furniture van was just leaving when I got home from school yesterday I didn’t see any people arrive so maybe he came in the night I wave but he doesn’t wave back He turns on the spot and slides out of sight That’s what it looked like sliding not walking Weird I watch for a little longer but he doesn’t come back 7