a fight in a stairwell
10/06/2005 07:11 p.m.
we're yelling
at each other
on the staircase
(you, at the top
me, a flight below)
our voices
our anger
(our struggle)
is echoing,
bouncing,
off the cinderblock walls

and you can feel the
tension,
my pain, my fury
carrying up
the stairs to you
and your apathy
falling down to me

"you should be happy,"
i say,
"this is what you wanted.
i'm the one who's alone and miserable."
it is shocking
how this bounces right off of you
like the echos in the stairwell