From Next Door

A dog whinnies
And the sad laughter
From next door
Wafts humiliation,

All stark
In the darkness
And broken,

In the background
A grandmother
Walks in circles,
The stereo grinds to a halt;

Their patio doors
Slide like an autopsy blade
And all that’s left

Is a muffled collapse,
A rhythm of steps
And the mightiest sound
Still unnamed.

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