Not in the shiny color apartment ad
anywhere did I see a note about my neighbors. My new home. Undiscovered to me at first,
I now live in a retirement nudist colony. That night in the elevator I rode
with obscenely tanned balding men, rolls of tanned, hairy, belly fat, wearing gold
sequined thongs. I puke internally, shielding my shrieking eyes.
I’m sardined inside the steamy elevator. Sweaty. Hairy. Backs. A taste of baby oil hangs in my
nostrils like an oily cloud. I'm in a pod of bronzed saggy flat butts. My
neighbors.