Crime Fighters

All night long, there are sirens
running to and fro’
trying to save the world.
They weren’t able to save us.
There were emergency room visits
and papier-mâché hearts
that dropped from fire escapes, only bruised,
not entirely broken – just to see
if I could really die.
Sirens and guns and bulletproof vests
won’t stop our crimes against love:
outlaws would rather die.
the counselor from the hospital
suggested I journal
when I get that way.
That’s always what they say
when there’s nothing to say.