a bedroom overlooking the street

the light
bends
where the ceiling
meets the wall.

it's just another angle
in the refraction
of streetlights
interpreting the night.

tonight,
there is only one
conversation
occuring between
the drunks
on the street below.

i did not pay attention
to what they were saying.

i light this cigarette
and it is not going anywhere.

this is what it's like
when
a bedroom is quiet.