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.