of the building
too,
is at the door.
i can hear
the mop and metal bucket
he carries
with him,
the grey water sloshing
around.
he wants rent money.
i tell him
next week, he says no.
today, or your out on your
keister
tomorrow.
i ask him what keister means.
is that even a word
these days?
which makes
him laugh.
i tell him there's bugs in
the kitchen,
a mouse crying under the sink,
caught in a trap,
and the pipes are keeping
me awake all night
honking like trombones.
okay, okay,
tomorrow, he yells back.
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