the peep's next door know my wifi name but not my middle name we share walls thinner than paper airplanes hear each other cough hear chairs drag cross the floor hear fights muffled like storms thru drywall but we dont knock the old woman under me waters her plants at 6 every single morning I know this because I garden at the same time three years now never lerned her name sometime I think we are ghosts renting rooms inside each other's mind the hallway always smells like dinner time we never miss a meal doors open doors shut tiny flashes of lives a laugh a cry a baby a blender at 2am smoothie time we live inches apart still miles to start the chat line

