so that i know there’s life
the woman in the apartment
above my bedroom
playing louis prima
and sinatra at full blast
the man next door to her
pacing back and forth
dropping bowling balls
or some other heavy shit
they’re doing it
the old chinese hag
next door
with her television dramas
and grandchildren pounding
on the walls
they’re doing it too
the couple down the hall
making the worst smelling food
the aging frat boys
on the fourth floor who smoke cigarettes
and recite lines from shitty movies
in front of my window
and the superintendent passed out
on a bench with a
wine hangover
all of them
they’re doing it
the dog walkers letting
their mongrels shit
in the foyer
the delivery men playing
their bad music
and honking their horns
and the teenagers throwing up
beer and pizza outside in the snow
they’re helping this along
the exterminator
and the mailman
the cable bill and the electric bill
the student loans
and the landlord
because he’s a part of this too
all of them
every last one
they keep on doing
what they’re doing
so that i know there’s life
outside my closed blinds
ugly gray life
dismal like a traffic jam
or intense diarrhea
and it just won’t stop
no matter how dark i keep the apartment
or my soul
no matter how goddamned long
i hide
Kinetic. Stifling and claustrophobic in a weird way. But oh so colorful and vibrant... I was getting palpitations just reading it...
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