I went and saw the guy who lives in the apartment next to me
To tell him his car’s interior light was on.
He came to the door in a yellowing t-shirt torn at his right hip.
I told him about the car, and he thanked me,
Asking me in for a beer.
I sat in his fat armchair; it smelled like sweat and cat urine.
“Do you have a cat?” I asked.
“Nope,” he answered without any hint of surprise.
We started talking about his past.
He worked for the local water board; he dug trenches
And helped the plumbers.
A big man, he leaned on his chair, it groaned under strain.
He put his legs up on his table and sucked at his beer.
“I was a school teacher once,” he continued.
He told me he had lost that job after he beat a kid,
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