lullaby

by D.C. Porder

we jammed at 4  a.m.  directly above
your parents’ bedroom. i stroked your guitar
like a clit  and it squealed. your drums
pounded the floor with 4/4 time and you  smashed
cymbals into your mom’s dreams. when your dad

snapped into the  doorway i switched from acoustic
to electric like a fighter jet switching  from bullets
to missiles. his jaw fell open like a trapdoor

and we  crumpled his words in the 60 watt fists
of your amps. we stormed past the  coda,
over the bridge and into my solo. i shattered
him like a window. i  didn’t even know

how to play a guitar but i didn’t need to.
i knew  exactly how to do this.

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