Times over there seemed oddly questionable
Like a handshake of a deal
Muffled sounds and hazy interactions
Locked in rooms
With bright blonde hair, velvet overalls
And a loud presence
I saw no danger in my normal
Blazing through the kitchen hallway on a big wheel
I found outside
She’s a firecracker
She’s ornery
I bet I know where she gets that from
Running into cabinetry and making
Old people laugh while stirring soup
Zoom zoom
Where’s your shirt?
Where’s your shoes? 
What’s in your hair?
All these carpet burns