Lying on my back
looking at the window blind
dust has covered it since we moved here 4 years ago
I'm thinking of a dead friend from college
3 years gone
I'm looking at you
sleeping and silent
your body is warm
the sheets are damp
I smell the mold growing in our vents
Virginia summers make it worse
ants must be crawling up the front of the house
around the corner
across the bricks
trekking the phone line
I see their shadows through the blind
teeny
like a highway from a plane
May 2000
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