the high rise apartment

there was a woman
who
walked around her apartment
nude.

going from room to room.
the lights all on.

we could see her from across
the alley,

our apartment twelves floors
up,
like hers.

she didn't care. she was neither
young or old.

red hair.
she go to the kitchen
then
to the bedroom,
then down the hall.

it was interesting at first,

but as the weeks went on,
we pulled the blinds,
closed the shades.

we'd seen enough.

then one day I saw her on the street,
dressed in a winter coat,
a black beret, a scarf,
and a long wool dress
that touched the ground.

I tipped my hat.

she scowled and sneered as if
to say
how dare you.
we don't even know one another.