fire in the LES

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i sat inside my thought-to-be-burning apartment
and firetrucks buzzed buzzed buzzed around the LES
like big horseflies around a macaroni salad
like fat mosquitos around a lamplight
like they didn’t know where to start

false alarm
brooklyn was burning
and the subways were flooded

when i walked my sandal broke
so i was left there barefooted
limping limpishly down houston
waiting for my building to burn
waiting for someone to ask me for a light
and to look confused when i handed them
that cheap-ass three dollar sandal
because my matches were already sparked

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