Meeting the New Neighbors

Meeting the New Neighbors

I hear their moaning through my bedroom wall.
Tonight, restless my dream tonight-their heat
rocks the roof’s rafters, disregarding all.
Tonight I am exhausted, and without sleep

Hey neighbors! Even
though interrupted by pounding,
angry fists against the wall,
they hump on.

Unsettled, I pace the floor, supposing not
a peaceful bite of breakfast before work
tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the next.
I hear their moaning through the bedroom wall.