sounds and the city

I don't think I'd notice it so much if those sounds which penetrated my apartment walls weren't so often siren sounds or fighting sounds or the beejees. the other night I wake up to a woman yelling "and you don't think I know you want to fuck me?!" and then this afternoon a woman yells "fuck you fuck your lazy ass" neither of which are pretty things to say and now a man sings along to disco songs of the late 70s which he will soon exchange for contemporary country.

don't get me wrong: I like living in a place with people and things; I'm not looking to go all hermity. but it's funny to me that it seems the more people there are in a space, the less they seem to care how they affect it. okay, okay. I'm generalizing and overstating. still, why can't people yell, "Happiness! Happiness!" or "you are beautiful as pictures!" nope. they yell about ugliness and fucking and it carries into my window I keep open for the breeze and my heart gets filled up with their sadness. but then, maybe that's how it's supposed to be; all this sharing of sadnesses. otherwise we'd have to bear it alone.

The Trinity was born
from what we know
of the bitter

symbiosis of couples.
Can we reduce echo's sadness
by synchronizing our speeches?

- R.A.