NaPoWriMo #4

by krstaten

There is some stranger
who lives
on my balcony.

I know
because he leaves his chair
out there,
and clambers up
on the roof
at night
to stargaze.

I imagine
he lies parallel
to me in my bed,
me directly below
him. I imagine
he has long,
spindly legs, a
pinstriped suit,
a handlebar mustache.
I do not know why.
I imagine
he imagines me
directly below
gazing at the popcorn
ceiling
and laughs.

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Recommendation of the Day:

Aubade by Major Jackson

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