t-bone

apparently your new
neighbors can
cook out every
night of the week.
they go through more
coal than an old
train rumbling down
the tracks.
sometimes you hear
a mooing sound
coming from their
basement and then
you hear
distinct, loud
chopping sounds,
followed by no more
mooing. they like
steak. they like to
grille. they've
never met a T-bone
they didn't like.
just once you wish
they'd throw you a
bone and invite you
over.