7 days (Room 13)

Sunday.
Outside some church; I play
Some music.
Children play like adults.
The priest seeks out some
Holy white powder.
Eyes meet in the
Parking lot. Taboo lovers;
A fist clenches; there'll
Be pain
Tonight.
It's going to be a long week.

Monday.
My work calls; my Woman
Calls.
I want my music; instead,
I hear screams
In room 13.
Dishes with my lady at
Night; we smile,
We laugh. Our bodies are
Hot.

Tuesday.
A display screen talks to me;
I listen to fantasies instead.
At dinner, my lady and I lose
It. The table becomes our
Bed.
In room 13,
The sound of skin on skin; like us.
We moan. They shout. We all cry.

Wednesday.
13 is quiet; so is my life.
My lady wants to talk.
Not tonight. Tomorrow, after a movie.
A new neighbour moves in
Across the street:
The white chalk outline.

Thursday.
Bitch. Bastard.
The words are uncontrolled;
My lady and I are
Average.
We fuck around on each other.
We need time, she says.
I say goodbye.
The break is clean, for tonight.
Something breaks in room 13.
I am afraid that it may be red.

Friday.
Work was hard; my friend
Jack Daniels
Stayed all night.
My head hurts, but not
As much as the
Woman in room 13.
I knew her once, the secret
Way men and women know each other.
The man she's with
Knows her too; I knew
Her moans and sighs; he knows her
Blood and tears. I tasted her pleasure.
He has tasted her
Pain.
She wants to taste his.
She asks a favour of me.
Tomorrow will be quite
A day.

Saturday.
My lady at my
Door. She looks
Beautiful.
I invite her in for breakfast.
Our talk is rich; our sex devours the apartment.
Friends and lovers go well
Together.
Room 13 is silent;
Not everyone is average. (I make a call)
The police are
Outside the building.
Gunshots
From next door; my lady holds me;
The police move
In. A body lies in a pool of
Blood.
He was holding a knife; she had a gun.
My lady looks at me,
Thank God we're average,
She says.
I suddenly don't know
Who to thank anymore.