The People Below Us
could be studying the music they listen to
so loudly. They could be filling their minds,
not just their ears. They could be discussing
philosophy as they smoke pot on their balcony.
Maybe they have cancer, maybe the meds
keep them up late and the noise of living
is all that drowns out their dying. Or maybe
it’s me, drowning, studying. Maybe I am learning
something.
C.L. Bledsoe
Posted over on The Dead Mule
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