There’s Kevin
Up in his window
Small window
Pink shirt
Little light
From the ceiling
U shaped tap
Assume a sink
ing feeling

A blind
At the top
Doesn’t drop
Very far
To a halfway bar
Like the light
That doesn’t light
Very much
In the small room
Of Kevin’s

The walls are dull white
They’re dark white
Dark white
On dull white
Dark on dull
White on white
Like on like

Another window lights up
And goes out
Morse code
In slow-mo

No sign of Kevin
In his assumed kitchen
The same depressed tap
Curving into
That sinking feeling

If you look carefully
You can see shadows
Some feint
Some dark
But all of them meaning
Something slim
Something dim
As a shadow does
But it’s the night
And the light
That effects