three days later

the police are on the way.

we can

here the sirens,

the dogs are barking.

neighbors are out on their

porches

with their phones.

it's the couple next door.

the newlyweds.

apparently the honeymoon

is over.

we can hear glass breaking,

and words

that make us close the ears

of children

with our hands.

there's cake and a wedding

dress on the lawn.

their car is soaped up,

and with a banner still strung

across the roof,

saying grand opening

tonight.

the young couple still have rice

in their hair,

and half the gifts have yet

to be opened.

now she's chasing him with 

a serving knife

down the street, the po po

better hurry

love is a mysterious thing.