apartment # 7
is an old man who chews without teeth. he grew
his own lung back and his heart attacks made him stronger.
he talks while his wife grows tomatoes in the community garden patch.
is the cat and his pet woman. she peeks through my kitchen blinds
in broad daylight. the only time i hear a sound out of her is when
she is screaming for that cat like she is scared of being lost.
lost her husband over a year ago. she doesn’t know me
but her eyes go wet over the blue as she kneels down to pet
my dog just one more time before going inside.
is out past dark playing basketball alone. he is only a little thing. not more than six.