the alarm took me by surprise at two o'clock this morning,
interrupting the utter silence with the way it howled through the town,
slow and sad and warning.
I wondered what it sounded like 100 years ago
when British soldiers burned my sleepy little village to the ground,
and I could see men crawling in through the windows
and pulling us out by our hair, me and my sleeping mother, to set our lives on fire.
though I'm sure that isn't how it happened,
it felt real
until the alarm stopped
and I started thinking again about the episode of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills I had just watched
and what a bitch that Lisa Vanderpump is.
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