unshaven man at a window

A fire escape on a Regency building
I can see into a kitchen where a tall woman cooks spaghetti
the street sends me shouts, revs, a man on a skateboard.

The tall woman shakes a colander in time with the
bhangra from downstairs
I’m not sure what I’m dancing to.

I retreat inside and drain an old beer
slide my feet under month old sheets
flick Doritos at the rolling news.

Through a window the tall woman drops
hot pasta onto two plates and
I wish that I could fly.