stick to the windows of my Uncle's glasses.
as seen on T.V.
runs on AA batteries
and is based off the design
of actual chainsaws.
I hear my mom laughing in a far off room.
"He's way to smart to smoke," she says.
The right leg makes a slurping noise
as my uncle wrenches it from the animals body
and it's about here where my youngest cousin enters
screaming through the kitchen door.
He's swapped his glasses for a pair of swimming goggles
and tied his old socks around his neck.
Like a noose, I think
before telling myself to cut it out.
Suddenly he stops
and turns to us.
"Look at my scarf," he tells us.