The Mercenaries

We clutch plastic guns,
belly-crawling on beige carpet
draped in our father's flannel,
with underwear on our heads.

Invisible villains are killed
as we whisper through the enemy lines
invading the kitchen cabinets.
Later, we capture the laundry room.

The mission is accomplished;
we belly-crawl down the hall.
Passing Tiffany's bedroom,
we reach homebase.

We reload our weapons,
sharing the orange darts.
We agree on new emergencies
with underwear on our heads.