on days like this

on days like this
you pick up the phone
hoping there are no messages

and if there are messages
maybe they're for dave.

(dave who?)

there was blood on the stairs
and walls
that night
when you heard the breaking
glass and screams

those screams
and that breaking
that pounds you from your eardrums
and rumbles through your body

as if it were a life

and you know what it means
to sleep a day away
when you call the police
and they say
they can't do anything
until next time

the time when you
run through the dark
suburban streets
and pound on neighbors'
doors who don't want
to hear it

'cause nobody wants to hear it

-k.l.c., nyc, 4/3/01


broke kitty with a one-two punch

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