Above us, Nowak snores sprawled in an armchair in front of the television, his Agatka and Maciek quietly hitting each other on the head with notebooks, Nowakowa in the kitchen, hee-hee, without panties, clattering pots
Here, the lady and the dog
The lady works for bread
The gentleman, after a heart attack,
lies and writes
swears because the dog
is scratching out fleas
onto the carpet
Downstairs
quietly, the baker sleeps; the baker’s wife counts at the post office sacks of money that is not hers. Again, doors slam