is coming up the stairs,
i can hear the heavy
drop of his shoes,
and the long
deep breaths he takes,
stopping
at each landing
of the four
floor walkup.
with work being slow.
the rent is
overdue,
i slip him a check
and a note
half under the door
before he even knocks.
which he finds
when he finally arrives.
i see it disappear
into his hand
as he mumbles thank you.
it's an arrangement
we both
understand.
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