up all night

as the neighor goes
out to get her paper
at the end of the
sidewalk, she is in
curlers and flip
flops, a half open
robe. she is pregnant
and smoking a cigarette.
i heard her get in
at two a.m. last
night, waking me
up with her customary
saturday night fight
with jimmy, or someone.
she sees me on the
porch and waves,
smirks and says, up
early, ain't we. she's
still wearing lipstick.
yes, i say. we are, in
fact some of us have
been up all night.