Mark's Pages

June 4, 2011:

Your apartment building has high ceilings, twelve feet, concrete and cinderblock. Walking through rooms, you want to be alone, but there's a loud party next door, men holding beers are talking about women, women's heels clatter the hallway to a shared bathroom. There are two women in your bedroom, looking through your books. At first you don't want them there, but your feelings change when you see them smile. They're friendly, seem nice. As they walk up stairs you call out, exchanging names.