She Always Hears Sirens by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

A single
wave of the wand
and she believes
in magic

after too much to drink
and not enough natural
impediments.

The water
from the bathroom sink
putting out many bedroom
fires.

Snapped necks
in dark kitchen mouse traps.

That idiot firehouse just a street away.

So she always hears sirens.
Even in her sleep.

Wants to get off and only needs
your lazy roaming fingers
to do the deed.

Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a male gigolo for hire.  Presently residing along the sunny shores of Guantanamo Bay, Cuba where he spends his days drinking discount Tequila and accusing chemtrails of being "sky farts."  His work can be found both in print and online in such joints as: The Rye Whiskey Review, The Dope Fiend Daily, Outlaw Poetry Network, Horror Sleaze Trash, and Under The Bleachers.