Notice
The landlord is paying
a visit this evening
while I see him getting back
into his shiny Ferrari
playing with the dashboard
outside my living room window
I got this notice between my fingers
but don’t even have to open it
to realize what this is again
because if I listen carefully
the other tenants give it away
through the vents through the thin walls
with groans about less food
on the dinner table
and sighs about hunting
for yet another minimum wage job
with wails about how to pay
for cancer treatments now
and sobs about simply
not wanting to live anymore
I stay silent
crunch numbers upon numbers
until my head swims in circles
while he finally speeds off
down the street into the sunset
the rooftop down
blasting “Don’t Worry, Be Happy.”
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