Neighbors

As I exit the building, my door lady says, “Nathan, he didn’t seem to be doing well.”  “No, no he’s not,” I tell her.  The dog leads me straight to the dog park. The sun is bright. The dog is happy. The dog leads me back home. When I get back to my neighbor’s apartment, I look around and ask myself, What seems out of place here? I scour the room for any medical waste to throw out.