Monday, August 22, 2016

Your laundry cart
has been in front of
your door for a while. 
in urban cliff dwelling land
subtleties are honored
like lovers’ arguments
between the walls
the phone call in the foyer
that can be heard all over
the floor
we communicate for weeks
neighbors next door
in e-mail and texts
she slides out with her dog
i escape to the store
in urban cliff dwelling land
that can be felt all over
the floor
Your laundry cart
has been in front of
your door for a while. 
urban cliff dwelling land
spells respectful distance
between worry and action
it’s part of the resistance
to rules and interference
we nod in the elevator
we chat at the door
we leave each other wanting more
Your laundry cart
has been in front of
your door for a while. 
the message comes in
like a dull thunderous day
I’ve forgotten
she’s noticed
just checking to see you're ok.

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