in his checkered, red pajamas.
silent. in the bitter
his wife peers at him through the window
behind a Chinese folding screen
her hair in curlers, pulled tightly
to her head.
My neighbor coughs,
and fondles the cigarette.
ash falls like snow.
his ears, red and raw
from the cold
Linnea Cooley is an undergraduate poet at the University of Maryland
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