Aubade with Police Sirens
By M.E. Marín
Bedroom flashing red and blue
from somebody else’s problem.
We mind our business here.
I don’t say I love you, I miss you,
them things white people say.
We mind our business here.
You watch them get smoked
from the window sill. I go grocery
shopping in a veil.
M.E. Marín is a writer and reader from Queens, NY, only previously published in Stonesthrow Review. In her free time, she thinks about how she should be writing more while filling up online shopping carts that never make it to checkout.