poetry – by: D.e.e.L
the cat in the apartment underneath runs back and forth endlessly. the baby cries and the couple across the hall argues. i sit in my blue chair, i’m listening.
are they taunting the cat? i do not own one myself.
what does the baby need?
why did he get home from work so late the other night?
it’s raining and everyone is soaked.
something about the rain makes us all look as if crying.