Apartment 1

There’s a window,

a wide-open window I walk

into and through.

It’s framed by a dismantled blind

not helped by a strange tapestry that doesn’t

even cover one square of the pane.

I see my reflection in the glass every

night. And I don’t know

what is being seen, by

the neighbors so close, a lit window

on either side.

 

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