i didn't do nothing

the police
are busy down the street.
three squad
cars have arrived,
their blue and white
party lights
are all aglow.
i can hear the crackle
of their radios
from my open window
as they place
their free hand on their
black guns
which stay holstered.
I can see
my neighbor, amber, holding her eye,
where her boyfriend jimmy
has clocked her again.
their little girl, blonde
and in pig tails, is spinning
a pink hula hoop
around and around
as they take jimmy away,
his hands
behind his thick muscled
back. I can hear
him saying over and over
again, I didn't do nothing.
I didn't do nothing.
I want to yell out my window
the word 'anything',
I didn't do anything,
to correct his grammar,
but think better of it.