crickets

barrels of doom like
cyclones

the woman across the way
keeps going
kummm hummm humm kuumm

she’s clearing her
throat

kummmm hummm kummmm kuumm

she’s still clearing her
throat

I lean forward
to get a book of matches to
light my
cigarette

then she screams

she’s beating her child

all I can hear are the
crickets

it’s Hollywood, California
and Christ came to earth
and never had sex with a
woman.