carrying in a bundt cake at 12 am

as i take the trash

to the curb,

i see

the neighbor, the new

neighbor.

again

a new neighbor. they come

and go

so quickly.

a turnstile would be

appropriate

on that house.

but i say hello

as he carries in an armful

of Tupperware

and an enormous

bag of plastic

forks and spoons.

it's nearly midnight.

freezing cold.

i'm Eugene,

he says.

his wife gets out of the car

carrying

what looks to be a bundt

cake,

uniced. it's under

a fancy

glass case.

she nods hello and winks.

she seems

nice.