THE WORST IS THAT IT KEEPS ON Sean Thibodeau

early in the front of the
house on the couch feeling
lost kids were crying
while they played outside
finding a way back think      
last night men shot a man
in his chest in his car 
on our street give and take
accept and proffer                        
they cleaned it up I see
all except the glass bright
marrow on the ground

you emptied your
terrible handbag
huge sound breaking

this side of the pane