The lady on the other side isn't well.
So he says.
It's terminal.
There's a man living hats up on a wall,
harnesses and wigs, kitty litter.
He could burn the house down.
Or he could bake me cookies.
A refrigerator in the middle of a bedroom
hums the contents of frozen meat.
Four lanes are more abrasive than two.
A few trees and you're good to go.
