a song to pass the time.

on my way from the bathroom to my bedroom, freshly showered, i paused in front of my roommate’s open window. it was raining, barely, and the street lights cast an ugly orange benevolence on the wet pavement. there was a sudden metallic catch, an industrial sort of hum–the sound of something large powering up. our apartment complex is conveniently located directly behind a grocery store. trucks come and go all the time, unloading exactly behind my window, i think. the first week, the banging, the emptying of the huge dumpsters, the beeping, the voices woke me.

now, when the dumpsters are unloaded at six-thirty a.m., i simply roll over.
i’ve gotten used to it.

a person can get used to almost anything.

may i never get “used to” my life.