The Tenant

The students above play Latin Jazz every Tuesday night.
With their partners, they dance on the hardwood floors
And share drinks and cigarettes on the balcony
Where they spout their stories to the city below.

The floor beneath, the television blares gameshow catchphrases
And crowd laughter as the couple, with their faces
Illuminated by the neon blue screen, glug beer and wine
And shake the room with their bellows of laughter.

In between the floors, nestled in an old shoe box
Hidden by a French girl in the 1980s
Sleeps a tired, tenant mouse who in the same morning
Outran a fox, a cat and Mrs Belinsky’s mallet.

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