Out
the window
a roof tile
swings in the wind
a boy growls
out his phlegm
is he schizophrenic,
daughter asks
I do not know
move along--
feral
cats sit on
rusted air conditioners
two stories up
a red house
with an eternal
light
all night
a beacon
the wife was thought
to be buried
there
in the basement
a bottle tossed
in the recycle bin
a father
a drunkard
smokes joints
behind the garage
shoots off M-80s
sings fire in the rain
In my home
the piano
plays
fur elise
my tea cup
my book
I close the blinds
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