Monday, June 4, 2007

Yet Another Temp Poem

I listen to you talk
About your remodeling,
Carpeting, trips to Florida,
Weddings to plan.

I smile but don't add
Anything of my own.

How can I? I live in a
Building where the
Next-door neighbors
Regularly throw dirty diapers
Out of their ground-floor window.

My stories would stain your carpets.

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