…to the two loud bangs outside my apartment window last night,

how dare you shake the trees and echo down the empty streets

on such a clear night, coyly hinting at gunshots or somehow worse,

reminding me embarrassingly of my first night left home alone by

my parents, certain that the clunking ice maker in the freezer was

encircling the house on its four to ten shadowy legs, closer and closer

until the rational explanation came home, only now, of course, I am

the adult, I must be the voice that sounds deceptively steady through

what must surely be a smile and not clenched teeth, of course, sounded

like fireworks, definitely just a couple of cars backfiring down the way…

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