I've lived in apartments most of my life
and have had all kinds of neighbors:
loners and drunks like myself,
Couples who made love
as loudly as they fought
and almost as often,
A 40-year-old divorcee
who had braces and wore a kimono
whenever she took out the trash,
A drug dealer, who partied
all the time until his young wife left
and took their baby,
A lunatic who howled at the moon
so I had to turn up the TV
just to get some sleep,
And a bail bondsman who got calls
late at night. "Yeh," he'd say,
"I know the place. I'll be there soon."
The drug dealer got busted
the lunatic was netted and hauled off
and the bail bondsman moved out.
I don't know what happened
to the rest, but one day
I saw the woman in the hall
On her way out with the trash:
she had her braces off
but not her kimono.
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