upon the roof

by John E

gravel scratched her ass

she thrusts up whispers
tenement tenement
wire strung
from a wooden pole
a party asking to be
snuck out of panties
yanked away he’s between thighs

the boy she thought a man
remembers sunset over the palisades
his jeans to his knees

grimacing soon
his tune a spiralling flare
in a starless sky

when he speaks
all she hears is

tenement tenement

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