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Streaks of Grey running through her hair
Like fingers wearing
Too many rings; I pick up the phone to her
Shrill voice. Like a bird,
I think, as she tells me my rent is
Long Overdue.
I tell her the birds on the tree outside my apartment are not as pretty as they think they are.
She tells me she does not understand.
People have left her before, gone too soon
Broken her heart
Broken their lease
She pinches her lips together whenever she looks at you
Like she is disgusted with what she sees
You are such a cunt, Marsha.
I tell her I will pay rent whenever I damn well please and that she should be happy to have it late
At least then, she can have somebody to call on the phone
And bother with her horrible voice
She tells me I am her worst tenant.
I tell her I wish she were dead.
Neither of us have anyone else to talk to, so we stay on the line.