Pete

Night after night I listen to the curse feast that takes place outside my window.
Night after night the super tears into a man who helps him take out the garbage.

You no good this.
You dumb that.

Night after night I drift off to sleep as these same curses fall upon this man.
Night after night I smile that those same curses do not fall upon me.


Tonight I watched the cursed man walk up to a black car.
Tonight I felt a strange fear in my heart.

For some reason, tonight I talked to cursed man.
For some reason, he told me the man up above would take care of his pain.

Tonight the super was shot.
Tomorrow the super would die.