a short poor time

there was

funny tasting water from

the spigot

to the mouth

by hand.

an old apartment

building

with ancient pipes

full of rust

and

time.

three flights up

by stairs.

not to mention

the bugs that came

out at night,

the rattle

of pots and pans,

and music

from the floor above.

strangers

in the hallway, lurking.

it was far

from heavenly

appointments but

it served its purpose

for a short

poor time.