Music streams through the window, conflicting

with my couch lounging and television watching,

rock n rock grooving

and the neighbor kids playing,

and I consider yelling out the window

that the music is great

but can they turn it down a bit,

decide to leave them enjoying their evening.

 

Then while I’m in the bathroom

that window open to the breeze too,

a man’s voice yelling, stop crying,

no more crying from you for the rest of the day,

and I flinch away in my space

which should be safe and calm

from the male anger outside,

feeling like the child down there on the ground.