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it has a balcony. i would sit on it and read and think about writing something that isn't even soot underwater--i cannot stir it to resurface--the rude light fading.
outside my window is a streetlamp plotted on the curve of the sidewalk. last night an ambulance came. through the cracks in the blinds throbbed blue and red lights. but no sound. two police cars were behind it. some neighbors walked out to stare as they pushed out a stretcher. the next morning the man who lives in the house that the ambulance came to was shovelling dirt in his driveway. his wife came home in the afternoon. we were saying how horrible it would be if she died and he just shovelled dirt in the driveway. we scoffed at the neighbors who came out to stare. we were looking through the window, which is better?
today i waited in the hall for class to begin. in the hallway they were practicing a dance. tango. i sat against the wall, looked at a book and chewed at the skin around my last finger. someone had been using the same song. they danced and i watched their feet move their bodies into spirals and they came so close to me i thought about apologizing and maybe going to the other side of the room where other people were talking. his shoes moved away and they went to the other side, moving ellipses retreating.
outside my window is a streetlamp plotted on the curve of the sidewalk. last night an ambulance came. through the cracks in the blinds throbbed blue and red lights. but no sound. two police cars were behind it. some neighbors walked out to stare as they pushed out a stretcher. the next morning the man who lives in the house that the ambulance came to was shovelling dirt in his driveway. his wife came home in the afternoon. we were saying how horrible it would be if she died and he just shovelled dirt in the driveway. we scoffed at the neighbors who came out to stare. we were looking through the window, which is better?
today i waited in the hall for class to begin. in the hallway they were practicing a dance. tango. i sat against the wall, looked at a book and chewed at the skin around my last finger. someone had been using the same song. they danced and i watched their feet move their bodies into spirals and they came so close to me i thought about apologizing and maybe going to the other side of the room where other people were talking. his shoes moved away and they went to the other side, moving ellipses retreating.