Poetry · Writing

quarantine crush

can hear the singing

two buildings over

three stories up,

she’s cooking dinner

she loves Otis Redding

can see her shadow sometimes

as she spins by;

she saw me once

waved and went about

she had her hair up,

maybe she was cleaning,

i wish i was wearing a better shirt-

next time

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