I trace her face, filling the empty spaces with pigmented hues.
High up on the eighth floor, we sit idly,
as I dip my brush in cheap paint,
desperately trying to color her in.
The old man on the first floor pounds his door,
stumbling over words,
cursing his ex-wife.
The young couple on the second floor
walk past him, mumbling something.
The baby on the third floor cries on cue.
“Shouldn’t he be eight by now?” she asks.
I think I’ve mistaken 2020 for 2012.
The sweet family on the fourth floor
stomps their feet furiously.
“Can you make that kid shut up?” she mouths their words.
The secretly gay guy on the fifth floor sneaks in his boyfriend—
his roommate—
I mix the two up sometimes.
By 9:30 p.m., the lady on the sixth floor wakes up,
ready to bellow racial slurs at the young woman on the seventh floor,
who’s just returned from her night shift.
I dip my brush one more time,
muffled voices
mix with the shitty mixtape she gave me three years ago.
High up on the eighth floor, we sit idly,
as I dip my brush in cheap paint,
desperately trying to color her in.
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