flashes
on the T.V.
in her
dark apartment
as neighbors
pound on
walls.
I set
my arm
around her
shoulder
and pull her
close.
The phone rings;
we don't
pick up.
The music
blasts
on and
on.
I feel like
I could
sink into
this ratty old
couch
and stay there
forever.
Suddenly,
the police
knock on
the door.
Who has
time
to answer
doors?
I take a deep
sip of
beer
and run my
palm
against her
untamed
blonde hair.
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