Do not Disturb
Your moments of neurosis masked as nostalgia are unwelcome.
Do not tiptoe to my doorstep and expect an invitation, thinking a curtsey will suffice.
Do not choke me and call me
Do not throw glass and claim I have a problem.
Our neighbor is dying. He says he can’t breathe. I can hear him wheezing behind the wall we share. One time I peered through his window to see what his room looked like. There were a screen and bad vision blurring my view although I made out an open closet filled with what I thought to be…