bedsprings
the upstairs neighbor
interrupts our fucking
bouncing the springs on her bed
then pounding across
her floor/our ceiling
like a pampered little hussy
we wait her out until
her feet pound back across the room
and the bedsprings bounce again
a little louder than they had before
all i can think
before we go at it again
is poor little rich girl
who wakes up after noon each day
and gets to spend her saturdays in bed
doing nothing but her nails
i’ve heard you and your boyfriend
fucking in the morning, too
i’ve heard those pathetically tired squeaks
of the bedsprings bouncing
going steady for a moment or so
then stopping abruptly
before your muted voices
make tedious conversation
and the television set comes on
to his favorite sports channel
throw down a carpet or two
you jealous bitch
if the sound bothers you so much
because today is my birthday
and the wife and i got nothing
but time on our hands.
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