so black it’s blue

it had something to do with
violence and everything to do with sound

we ate Vietnamese food
in the suburb where I grew up
and waited for the panic to stop

it was dawn when you finally came round,
a blue car with the music
turned up

across the road I saw
the colour of our shadows
turn to white.

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