Someone has started singing Gershwin in the backyardĪnd for a moment what you always hoped was trueįinally is: loneliness has forgotten your address,Ĭlear as the sun giggling through the window, ’til it donuts its way back around to your pillow. So you fall asleep to the echo of goodnights down the long hallway In bed, you say, Goodnight! in one directionĪnd someone says it back, then turns and passes it, To compare notes on what good news you each caught in your nets. To eat popcorn with, to whisper your daily report to, The smell of coffee easing you into a todayĪ bridge you will never need to cross first, Would spill their secrets to you, but why bother, If you were nosy, I suppose the little bathroom trashcans Through a wet shower curtain, you haven’t seen your own face

So you can recognize every person by their whistle

If they are in a rush, if we have somewhere to be,

We only have two bathrooms.Īs a courtesy, nobody will poop while you are showering,īut they might have to do their makeup or shave You have to pass through everyone’s bedroom Incoming! we say, with our eyes lowered for modesty,

The women who walked into doors