Inbound in one minute.

I lit the strip of bedsheet tucked in the bottle’s throat. The Toyota Tercel ahead of me looked sickly beneath the streetlamp. Shields and batons lurched closer like a wave.

***

The couch groans. I flip on the t.v., the digital recorder. A firewheel cracks against the hood of a car. White smoke gathers, looms. Channel 8 loved it.

You did well, the text says.

J. Bradley is the author of the graphic poetry collection *The Bones of Us*(YesYes Books, 2014), with art by Adam Scott Mazer and the forthcoming prose poem chapbook, *It Is A Wild Swing Of A Knife* (Choose the Sword, 2015). He is the curator of the Central Florida reading series There Will Be Words and lives at iheartfailure.net.