bad clams

"whaddya doin', big fat neighbor lady?"
I call out late at night;
she does not reply, of course,
since her windows are closed,
and I am only whispering;
the light in her bathroom
stays on for over fifteen minutes,
and I am guessing:
bad clams.

June 22, 2010.

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