Looknow Poem by Adrianne Quinlan

On the front steps?
Those drops of paint?
They did that.
The black marks on the house?

They did that, too.
Why do I keep my shade drawn?
Can't you see the sunshine van
Parked across the street? !

For therapy, I venture out.
My eyes sting from sunlight.
The first street I see is Looknow Ave.
I screech to a halt,
And turn the car around.

A mad woman prowling my house
Breaks the neighborhood's peace.
The man with the sunshine tag on his chest
Is pinning me to the ground.