It’s two in the morning
and people who live above stores
have sprung from their beds
this cold winter night.
They’re leaning out of their windows
and bellowing into the street
at the deaf baker who launched the alarm
in the Rogers Park Donut Shoppe.
It’s been ringing for hours
and the police haven’t come.
Not even the firemen.
The donuts will never get done
and it appears now that
people who live above stores
will remain in a rage
leaning out of their windows
waving cigarettes like strobes
and bellowing the rest of the night.
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