my neighbor pacing upstairs--
rhythmic creaking-- probably, as i am,
walking between the bedroom
and the kitchen and the front door and the windows
checking for something else to check.
i should have taken a 'before' picture.
maybe in the inches and feet of rain we are predicted
to get-- or the miles and miles
of wind we expect to be buffeted with--
my car will wash away; my windows will burst
in the low pressure system
(i am high enough up, my whole building
swaying in the oceanic winds).
the cats are nervous. they cry at my feet,
begging for something, i'm not sure what to give them.
(who will find me if i--
no, of course i don't have those thoughts,
no one has those thoughts)
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