Jeanna Paden

Cop Cars at Lamar and Central 


the blue lights sprinkle the wall 
from the window and across the street 
 
we crash land onto my bed. 
it meets us in the air
 
I pull the fluff of the comforter down 
to see your stubbled cheek on the pillow
 
we don’t talk
but there’s always that newborn smile in your sleepy eyes
you let me cradle myself in the bend of your knees
 
on the nights when I don’t have you 
I hear a gunshot 
and wonder if you’re home yet
 
the blue spin of the lights 
come and go  
I don’t know if I’m okay 
 
the pizza delivery guy waits at the gate
while someone down the street 
is on the splitting end of a bullet
 
there’s a buzzing behind the south wall of my bedroom 
I don’t know if it’s the air conditioner or the city 
churning underneath me.


Jeanna Paden is a freelance health and wellness writer and copywriter. Her work has been published by Foothill: A Journal of PoetryHer Culture, Pulp Poets Press, and others. Connect with her at PadenFreelancing.com or on Twitter @HalfwayToItBlog.