TE15 Lithuanian Honey Cake

ten poems

5 Ashbourne Avenue

downstairs there was this polish couple who talked to me sometimes in the hallway invited me in for vodka smoked constant weed and fried until the whole house smelled of onions.

upstairs there was me and this girl from russia who let me use her internet and sometimes had a man over until you could hear them shaking the walls through 3am.

good for them. nobody else was getting laid. there was this guy who cooked all the time

in the shared kitchen waffles in the morning

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