by Jim Carroll
The people upstairs are cold
the girl with the full-sized German shepherd
and the boy who sleeps with her
are rapping against the radiator
with a spoon, it sounds like.
their message must carry down
one more flight to the janitor
whose business this is.
I can hear the steam
already beginning
in the pipe beside me
and soon the pressure will carry it higher
and the entire building will be warmer,
thanks to them, to sleep in.
-from Fear of Dreaming
