so there's these neighbors across the way. i'm convinced that they are vampires because as far as i can tell, they don't sleep. they exist constantly in a wakefulness fueled by guinness and diet coke because those are the cans littered on their balcony rim like soldiers left for dead on the battlefield.
it's not that i stalk it's just that they are there. every time i look up from my perch on the couch where you can always find me at most hours when i'm not at work/sleeping/eating, i see their figures moving like lost souls, always moving and searching. logically i know that they are likely constantly on drugs and locked within the expanses of their neurological connections. yet i can't help but wonder what they see when we're all asleep. what they notice, what they hear. do they hear the homeless man who rattles our trash cans every morning looking for recyclables cry at night? do they look up and see those stalwart stars who dare blaze their light, la smog be damned?
i also wonder what they think of us- the neighbors across the way with the glass doors. undoubtedly they will see his curly head and my dirty blonde/auburn/idon'tevenknowanymore hair, usually tied up into a messy bun, out of the way. they will see us holding glasses of wine, usually white, sometimes red, sipping methodically as we consume the entertainment that we work so hard for during the daylight hours. i wonder if they think we are obnoxious- stopping every few minutes to gaze and kiss and touch and feel, still feeling awestruck by the majesty of love.
i wonder if they mistake the warm cocoon of monogamy for being boring. i wonder why i care.
