Showing posts with label 55. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 55. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

55 - 1

He enters and realizes something's amiss.

He knew his apartment like a lab-mouse knew its maze.

Curtains open – too much light.

Sneakers slotted into the rack – too orderly.

And then in the kitchen, where she knew he couldn’t miss it – “With all my heart”.

He had to talk to the cleaning-girl about the hand towels.