Upstairs Crow from Misplaced Alice

You’re my loud neighbor, the one who leaves the caw of football on the television while preening in the bathroom mirror, keeping one eye to the glass. You flip over to the other. Your friends guffaw at Late Night with Letterman. I bang the straw broom against the ceiling, but they just hop and squawk.
From my collection of stories – Misplaced Alice — (

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