The Neighbors
By Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco Posted in Poetry on November 6, 2014 0 Comments 1 min read
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They are an open
window

with a pink sheet
for a curtain.

Trying to see inside the house
is like staring
at the slit
of a small shell—
smooth pale walls.

There are soft voices
on hot nights

blurring like rain,
hiding the street.

Our houses are the same
and face each other.


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