My Residence

I am someone

Who is a resident of my head

Turning the key to my door

Ignoring my upstairs neighbor looming above me,

Named dread.

I see

I stare at

My roommate

Who sulks and stalks

Only watching

Whispering sweet sentences

Full of broken dreams.

I hear the neighbor to my right

Screaming and clawing and cursing

Because he stubbed his toe

But I know

That my neighbor

Anger

Is upset about much more

Than the pain caused by that stupid,

Jutting,

Corner of that table.