Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Day 9 - A Letter

So there I was - lying in bed, in the cool dark bedroom with a cold towel across my forehead - and then the crying of an infant. The downstairs neighbors have a teeny tiny baby and I'm not sure if it was "maternal instinct" or that it was 3AM that I woke up and wrote this.


A Letter of Complaint

Dear Sir or Madam
     I congratulate you on
            your success of procreating.

I marvel at your way of
      not paying mind to your baby.

I especially love it
     when it cries downstairs at 3AM.

Every. Single. Morning.

So, please kindly stop these notes
        left on my door.

I know my dishwasher is
      on at 6AM.

Regards,
Your Neighbor

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