Charles Chaim Wax


Thin Walls Poem by Charles Chaim Wax


she was tall
blonde hair
not especially beautiful
unmarried
early forties
and through
thin walls
came to know
her existence
mostly alone
two years
my next door neighbor
but for a three month stretch
laughter with a man
love making with a man
perhaps happy
don’t know
then gone for awhile
came back
no hair
gaunt
Alice
the super’s wife
visiting often
speaking words
of comfort
hope
but there was
none
dead a month later
wept
really wept
we never talked.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 09, 2005

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Chuck Audette (11/11/2005 10:56:00 PM)

    A missed connection - but only in some ways... Really good poem here. Enjoying the reading thus far. Thanks! -chuck (Report) Reply

  • Rookie ... ... (11/9/2005 7:50:00 AM)

    i regard this as one of your better poems. it's pretty subtle and telling. (Report) Reply

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