making love in the afternoon
sirens going off
like background music
fire or police or ambulance
who the hell knows
we’re upstairs making love
in the middle of the afternoon
afterwards she says
maybe somebody was dying
and I say shit baby
everybody is dying
to me it it sounded like
a wounded dragon
crying in agony until finally
fading into nothingness
you’re crazy she says
as the sunshine leaked through
the slatted blinds
it didn’t sound nothing
like that at all
august two thousand twenty-three
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