the house next door had holes in the walls
I could see sunlight shine through
on bright days
and when it rained
my sliding window
3-inches wide
behind bars
flaking and tired
open so
the cat could come and go
then, at night
through
forks of light
you called
and buildings fell
curtains of grey rain
soft, soothed
a rift in time
muffled all
except Sinead
and sudden, close
her vibration
cut through the beer and wine
standing naked
couldn’t tell
hell from beauty
warmth from fire
sickness, health
anyway
that was one
of nine lives
Photo by Petr Slováček on Unsplash
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