he heard noise in the hallway
leading down to the back porch where he slept
if he wished he could partitioned
the hall from the porch with a blackout curtainfor privacy but it wasnt often anyone headed down the
hall after lights out and he was usually
the one turning them outusually the last heading to bed
the noise heels on the wood floor
were unfamiliar
he rolled off the bedcovering his
naked girlfriend with the sheet to her waisther back to the hall pulled on a
pair of shorts went out leaving the curtain wide open
a lamp went on lighting a woman he didnt know
Who the hell are
you who let you in
A roommate I suppose, he didn’t say,
he wanted to go back to bed; I’m surprised you didn’t hear me knocking.
he knew who a kid who moved in not two weeks ago had the
room closest the front door several people
lived in the old house once it had been
a manse but now was carved up into separate apartments sharing common areas the
kitchen bathrooms
bohemian
Who the hell are you
he noticed she held paperwork in
her hand a straitlaced skirt blouse-buttoned-to-her-throat
jacket middleaged woman
then shaking the paperwork at him
without saying who she began a rant he wasnt interested in listening to
something C P C S Two Four Three Point Four an sumptinsumptin P D
he interrupted Im not following acronyms shut me off ya havent said who you are
some blather indignation fucking birds outside began chirpingwelcoming the
dawn
WHO ARE YOU
I’m from Neighbourhood Watch!
WHO
ARE YOU
Mrs. Smith.
Mrs Smith from neighbourhood
watch didnt know we had one early aint it
This is supposed to be posted if
not on your door then in the vestibule; it is not.
It is not my door take it up with
the landlord
Mrs Smith look past him into his
bedroom glared muttered Harlot
leaving his arms to his side he walked up into her faceshe began backing
away TIME TO GO SMITH
he pressed forward she backed upthen she turned tail BUHBYE SMITH
he followed her out the front door
I’ll leave this . .
. . Take it with you take it up with
the landlord
I don’t know who that is.
I reckon youll work it out
Who are you?
he had already turned his back on
her SOMEONE YOU DON WANNA KNOW shut the door bolted it
hed talk with the kid later that morning
he went back up the hall to his
bedroom pulled the curtain closed
his girlfriend was awakehad
rolled onto her back
Hiya beautiful really nice tits
These? playfully she gripped
themsqueezed them together
he knelt on the bed kissed her
bit one offered breast
Ouch.
That didnt hurt
No, you hurt me just right. Harlot.
You heard that
Yes, also someone you don wanna
know.
I didnt mean to be loud
You project, but I was listening.
I’ve never been called a harlot before.
I didnt know people said itIve read it
You can call me Jean Harlot. Harlow. Get it?
Got it when it came out of your
mouth
she smiled lasciviously
Lose the shorts babe
0308, Reggae Friday, 7 1.
22
1227, Monday,
10 1. 22
Artie Shaw
Nightmare https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iabQmjaWCM
