*Written in 2012*
Fourth floor walk up.
No outlet in the bathroom.
I walk around naked,
to the kitchen,
to blow dry my armpits, dick, and balls.
Claire says it will dry out my skin.
Full length mirror,
don’t mind what I see.
The Girl who used to live here walked around naked too,
subject came up when I toured the apartment with the broker, Sandra.
Said she shouldn’t have because there is a Convent across the street.
She was nice and funny,
but I throw away her mail when it comes here.