Save the Date
Someone shouted, “Fire!”
From her seat on the red couch.
Dogs on either side barking at the window,
The siren whoop, whoops, and red and blue lights flash.
The woman left her car and lay face down on the grass,
Knees touching. Legs splayed. Cold.
Hungry.
Taylor Swift songs in her mind, very catchy,
They distracted her from her sorry situation.
Less than 120 pounds, painful joints, forgotten medication,
Surrounded by demanding men with guns and everything aflame.
She will have to schedule an uncomfortable appointment,
To fix this. But who? Can see her, see her, now?
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