If her apartment was spacious, it wasn’t friendly.
Careful planning had suggested she would do
well here.
Friendships might be lost or tarnished in the
move
and sights and smells compromised.
Time might smooth many of the irritations,
but that cannot be hurried.
I sit next to Alice.
We are having dinner in the buildings’
21st
story, half empty, restaurant.
If the food is safe, it is not appealing.
I wish to scream,
To express the outrage, the assault
On once less subdued people,
Who now can only smile and take comfort in their
comfort.
I want them to demand a faster ending.
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