IS ( / Norway)

Written To A Yellow-House-Living Neighbor

I look outside my window
The curly top
is sitting on her front steps
but I don't know why
It's an unusual day

She walks inside her house
Then I get a picture
in my head
SHE IS SNEEZING!

I text her
she answers
suddenly
she's here
in my house

She walks up
the stairs
Now she is falling
down
But she didn't land
on her butt

She is whining
but there's no
sound
and her eyes
are dry
like an unused
towel

Boardgames
here she comes
She wins
but not
for long

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