June 2008 / Volume Eight / Issue Two | |||||||||
Jack T. Marlowe | |||||||||
bang bang Independence Day was a month ago so i know it wasn't firecrackers that i heard two sonic bursts blowing holes in the silence of an otherwise comatose midnight. an hour later and the questions are still wide awake: did someone get perforated during a robbery? or was it just some wack job using the stars for target practice? whatever the case i didn't call the cops trusting that someone else would but there's no shrill of sirens shattering uncertainty, no strobe of squad car cherries shedding light on my speculations because apparently none of the neighbors called the cops either– irresponsible bastards. |
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