Tickles

Rubbish

Sleet

Feet

Fetish

Enclosed

Fixed

Sneaks

Stuck

Torn

Gaps

Grain

Sullen

Hue

Of

Orange

Poles

Building

To

Building to

Brick

In the gaps

My nose creates along the frame

The frame

Of the window pane,

Paint chipping

It keeps falling onto a fake wooden floor

We fake it

Till we make it

Till we sweep it

Under and above all these other windows

Caught

Staring at me the same way each day.