you have a neighbor
who looks
like he used to break
legs for a living.
he drives an old
white caddy
with baby moon hub
caps.
what's left of his
hair is black,
and slicked like
a seal
straight back.
he waves to you
with his
thick gnarled
hand, fingers
like pipes
going in every
direction. his
wife does
all the shopping.
you see her come
and go in her
heels and tight
pants, chewing
gum. he's
a good neighbor
though. he doesn't
want to know
anything about you,
and you feel
likewise.
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