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2:30 AM Pennsylvania Avenue Tanya is pregnant and fighting with her sister, Lori. They are drunk and very loud. Their screams bang against my bedroom walls, Their apartment is crashing. I do not call the police this time. Lori is angry because Tanya will have her baby soon. Lori was supposed to have her baby today. That baby died when her boyfriend beat her up. Not fair. Not fair. They are repeating the same things not listening to themselves. They cry and cry, all the air is pushed out from their bellies. I leave them alone beneath me. I am listening instead of calling the police. They are too late already. Lori told me she has problems because her mother shot heroin when she was growing in her stomach. The sisters are not yet twenty. I try to sleep, but my dream builds on waves of bruised women and dead babies, the gulls circling overhead, stabbing the sea for the meat of corpses crying out I have nothing! the jellyfish stinging with hypos.
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