wearing my bathrobe in the garbage chute room
realized that neighbour was locking up,
bet path was to elevator. stayed put, mousy.
he entered the chute room quickly
half step, also in his bathrobe.
on his heels chatty bathrobed wife
who noticed nothing awkward
as he and I stared at the ceiling.
dear god woman, stop talking, release us.
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