we planted the seeds in the back yard
and waited for the mirror crops to show up
because that’s what it said on the packet.
we planned on selling the harvest to ikea
or possibly kmart.
someone lit a cigarette
and we camped out on the porch
our eyes to the horizon
and drinking until we could see
through the fences
and into peoples yards
and television sets.
someone said ‘a watched pot never boils’
and we murdered them with a sound
and something heavy and dark
and used their body as a fertilizer
for our mirror crops
would help prom queens,
future movie stars
and men whose guts are so large
that they have not seen their penises in years.