the bathroom window open
the other
day
to let the steam out,
and my neighbor heard me singing
Christmas
carols in the shower,
switching my voice
around
from Sinatra,
to Bing Crosby, to Bob Dylan,
hitting the high notes
not unlike
Barbara Streisand
would.
so, my neighbor, Milly,
asked me
if i would like
to join their choir and go
caroling
on Christmas Eve.
we've heard you singing
from your bathroom and you have
a very good voice.
we love your version of
Jingle Bell Rock.
so would you like to join us?
damn right.
i tell her.
i'm all in.
so what's the playlist.
i can practice.
i'm taking another shower,
later today.
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