Noisy 5/5
Everything comes in waves
Outside – on the street the two men
fight – scream – throw trash cans
It’s about a drug deal a woman whatever
I’m trying to sleep
I wait for the meat sounds of fists on face
for the cock of a gun for the bang –
I find myself wanting for the bang – sudden
quiet that comes after – the scuffle of
running feet and rush of
sirens
The room paints itself in that washed out
orange of street lights
Cool air crosses my face
It never comes –
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