is banging against the shared wall.
i thought
at first that it
was a headboard,
but no,
they aren't that kind of neighbors.
at least in my
addled mind.
the woman
is a librarian,
and the guy drives a
Good Humor
truck selling ice-cream.
i think he's trying to
hang a picture of
some sort
in the bedroom,
or maybe a mirror,
but the woman must keep
telling him, no.
an inch left.
six inches down. maybe a little
to the right.
how about this other wall.
and then,
the ceiling.
i may have been wrong about
them,
after all.
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