ALIXA BROBBEY
Smooth weapons in their hands,
I’ll take care of snipers.
and frantic fingers.
Just get there as quick as possible.
Insults piercing the air
Just drive! Just drive. Drive, you idiot.
like the bullets
Freaking snipers.
on the screen. At first glance,
I died. Pick it up! Use the ghost!
mounting chaos. Overlapping
Watch your back. Get to it. Just run.
instructions. Voices rising.
Cover. Cover. Cover.
But listen—
Get in the car. Get in. Get in.
somewhere between the nicknames,
Boys, just pick it up.
their shrill tenor voices start to complement.
Somebody give me a ride.
each other, bass notes repeating,
Somebody refresh it for me.
and repeating, like a thumping choir.
Somebody get the flag, guys.
The quiet one picks up his voice.
Do you need backup right there?
The cocky one sinks to his knees.
I got a ghost. I’ll boost somebody.
Baby sews himself up after he splits at the seams.
Get the flag. Don’t worry about me.
They learn to make space for each other.
Oh sorry, let me squeeze by.
