Pouring a cup of coffee, stirring some cinnamon into it. It's late spring in Ridgewood, Queens early afternoon sunshine glowing off the totally white walls. The shadows of pigeons swirling around the room, dipping and diving in the clear blue sky as a single unit like fish do. From the bathroom comes the sound of running water and voices in the shower.
..wash your ass!
...hm?
...wash your ass!
...yea i know
wash the inside of your ass!
...it smells!
Bach's violin sonatas
skate across the linoleum
over the carpet
into my room
Closing my door
cinnamon coffee
the internet
birds
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