a city girl’s lullaby

streets bustling until dusk
(occasional) police sirens
skyscrapers dwarfing duplexes
neighbors blasting music —
the cacophonous melody of
a city girl’s lullaby.
small towns are too tranquil
& dimly lit country roads
are terrifying at nightfall.

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Dusk

Blankets crumpled at the foot of our bed,
overhead fan whirring,
almost tuning out the fighting drunks at El Bar.
Reflexively,
you reach for me and I curl into you.
The only instance when
I never complain
of being enveloped in heat.
It’s impossible to sleep
without your breath on my neck
and the safety of your arms.