After the sirens

White noise with grace notes

After the sirens
I have been both lover and beloved, unrequited.

Channeling our ghosts and calling it habit
and you wouldn't have it,
so we spent four months learning to sift
sea salt through a sieve
and tracking our eyes open,
our eyes open wide

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