ii. Sirens

All calls to peace

and danger

Friends on the

playground

pointing and

saying

‘They’re coming

for you.’

 

At least half

of them were

ambulances

Though drinking

from my juice-box

I knew and they

never came for

me

 

At 18 going for

a post-evening,

pre-dinner run

with knives taped

together

A predator in a

small town, small

neighbourhood

filled with strangers

and those who

were stranger in

plain sight.

 

 

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