You have to black out your mirrors,
rearview and sides, when driving through
this part of town (most like to use
electrical tape). Too many
suits leapt to their deaths for losing
all or not making soon enough.
Angry and wraith in looking glass,
they jump to back seats in vivid
reflection of what’s not there—hands
gouging driver- and passenger-
eyes, or removing a tie to
garrote and crash, crushing you burnt
into the mirrors’ other side.