I rented the second cheapest room I could find
160 a week
no air, windows have to be opened from the outside
the lights and fan only work if you jiggle the switch.
The cheapest place had guys sleeping in cars on the property; it was upstairs
the stove was rusted out
and prostitutes worked in the apartment two down.
It looked like fun
but I thought I can afford a little better.
While I was looking at the place
a tree fell over in the yard onto the fence.
The real estate agent and I just looked at each other.
“Happens” is all he said.
On the carpet, there was a brown stain about the size of a large dog
and the toilet bowl had been broken and glued back together.
Water leaked onto the bathroom floor.
At least here, in the place I took,
it’s quiet. No one…
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