Neighbors

It’s a tantrum scream,
But it jolts anyway;
It rips through the
Backyards and lawns.

I grit my teeth.
The times have changed.
Fear and rawness shoot
Through my nostrils.

Anger I don’t understand,
Volume that is foreign,
Persistence that baffles,

This scream punctuates.

A helicopter drowns the sound
Yet not the starkness,
And I wash the dishes to reclaim
Control of my surroundings.

I remember Kelly as a baby,
Banshee of Bird Street,
In those days, from whose ears
Did Palmolive cleanse her scream?

 

Photo by Fredrik Öhlander

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VK Lynne

VK Lynne is a writer and musician from Los Angeles. She penned the award-winning web series 'Trading on 15', and her writing has been published in Image Curve, The Elephant Journal, GEM Magazine and Guitar Girls Magazine. She has authored lyrics for three of her own solo albums and for the bands Vita Nova, stOrk, and The Spider Accomplice.

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