Penthouse Seven


In a room with no door
no sheets on the bed

I dreamt of God
he played the piano
swept my floors for me
smoked a hand-rolled cigarette

packed house
he made a big comeback
let me be his opening act
New york City

I love it when you're unkind

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Cait has been interested in drama and poetry from a young age. She has been writing poetry since she was an adolescent. She graduated from New York University and is currently pursuing theatre critique. She lives in Manhattan.