Moving from room to room
Falling in love with a poster on the wall.
The window is dirty on the outside
But it won’t open
And I can’t clean it.
I see a pigeon sitting on the sill
I watch it clean its wings.
They have tiny mites that bite them all day long
And I wonder how they can stand it.
The cockroaches come out at night.
I found two of them in my cutlery drawn
They were sitting on my forks.
The newspaper that lines the drawers
Is dated from the 80s
The cockroaches don’t make me as angry as I thought they would.
The yellow lights of the railway lines makes me sleepy
The white lights of the city excite me and keep me awake.
Listen to Beethoven and the sound of the traffic.
A baby cries next door
I didn’t even know my neighbor had…
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