we lived in a flat that we couldn't afford and we
had many other problems
one small problem was mikey who
lived downstairs, came from mauritius and
drank all day
keep that fucking noise down, mikey
would scream into the intercom when
I was lying motionless on the sofa reading
a book
come down here, said mikey one day
all your stomping around, look
at my ceiling, so
we went at looked at it
at the round
dent in the plaster
a broom was leaning against the wall in the
hell of mikey's dark living room;
the end of the broom fitted
perfectly in the hole; we walked out of there
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