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| From My new apartment |
Like A Good Neighbor
So now I’ve become the neighbor
who enters through the back door
like a character in a sitcom, or
stands just outside the front door
to steal a wi-fi signal with my phone.
But at least I’m somebody’s neighbor,
which is a big step in the right direction.
As of today there are blinds on the
glass door in the living room, so all
my wild debauchery is hidden
from the casual observer.
You know, all the dancing
to Stevie Wonder and Talking Heads
and watching movies from the 80s
and sitting on my weird carpet couch
writing poetry in my notebook.
I’ve seen neither spider nor fly
in my parlor, and I’ve yet to sneak in
a cat, so for now I await the pet rock
I was promised by the artist next door
and I talk to my electric kettle.
In this world, that seems as normal
as anything else. You should come over.
5 January 2012
Auburn, AL
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