TE15 Lithuanian Honey Cake

ten poems

All my crazy neighbours

I tell my girlfriend the reason I got my flat so cheap

was there was a murder took place last year. “That’s how I can afford a place out here. Everybody else got creeped out just looking.” I tell her about my neighbours across the hall, two men, married as soon as it was legal, who get roaring drunk every weekend and bang around knocking to invite me in, ply me with vodka, play card-games, talk about all the things we like. They’re a scream; hammered all the time talking about Italy and making fun of each other the ways you can when you really know someone that you love. They really made me feel welcome those first few weeks

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