April in Philadelphia Two

The sun disappears from my bedroom

all at once as I typetypetype away about

a massacre in South America that happened

sixty years before I was born and how it

relates to this hot air balloon destroyed

river. At 7:30 I could still read and at 7:34

the houses across the street took that away

from me. The music in the room is about girls

on ecstasy and the spell check tells me there is no

"X" in the word at all. (I'm such a fuck up with

these things.) I discovered today that 7th Street

is much nicer than I had always thought it to be

and maybe it's thе white flowers on the trees

by thе hospital or maybe it's the fact

that I wasn't soaked for the first time in

almost a week.