Sleepless in the senior mobile home park

Three o’clock in the morning
a piece of food
stuck in my teeth
something I don’t remember eating
there is a commotion
just beyond what I can hear
an urgent honking
the smell of burning car

I wander out in my bare feet
look to the riverbed
see no flames
call 911 anyway

The park
goes silent
even the honking horn
has quieted
a yellow firetruck
creeps up the street

Fire fighters ask if
I’m the one who called
yes, I say grateful they
smell smoke because
otherwise, they might think
I am unplugged

I pull my shoulders back
wrap my robe tight
I don’t mention the alien
star craft overhead
the army of potato bugs
headed for my porch

What are you looking for?