neighbors finally move in.
three
blonde flight attendants from
Sweden.
they all look like Heidi Klum
in her heyday.
each of them about six feet tall
in their
high heels.
i wave
and say hello,
nodding politely at the waist,
as if they might
be Japanese.
i definitely have a case of the vapors.
i begin to strategize what
i can knock
on their door for.
maybe i could borrow a recipe
on strudel,
or Swedish meatballs,
or maybe i could help
them
unload their little mini-Coopers,
carry in
some luggage.
give them a run down
on American appliances.
seeing that we don't use the metric
system here,
the stove
can be tricky at times,
not to mention
the thermostat.
suddenly,
my wife grabs me by my
ear,
and says,
down boy.
i know what you're thinking.
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