Monday, June 22, 2020

New Poem: LIGHTING FUSES

late night noise
sometimes sounds like firecrackers
other times like gunshots
don’t know if it’s meant as fun
maybe it’s audible middle finger:
we’re doing this and screw your pets
and up yours if you call the police
like a male Karen wanting this to stop
safe inside while the red lights shine
across the street with the threat of escalation
and potential death penalty still present
in spite of promises of partial change
>
go back to bed
try to sleep if you can
it will be daylight soon

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