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Part 3 of my Miami Beach flash poems, read the ongoing collection here (

one Airbnb,
two rooms, three beds,
and five dudes;
sounds of snoring bubble
into my dreams;

in an early hour, I wake
to hear one loud SMACK
against a mattress
in other room--

the snoring stops;

I drift back to sleep, fearing
that I could be next