Spotty

My internet has been spotty.
Why? I don't know why. It seems there is a spot. In my apartment. That denies access.
A spotty spot. It is above Warden and Regrette. Rather, Warden and Regrette are below this spotty spot. Look. Look at them both. So naive. They rest in the spotty spot, or maybe they are in denial of such a spot.
I wish I could stand under this spotty spot and become less Curt Jimenez, or, a more spotty Curt Jimenez, one you can see through, kind of, if you looked hard enough.

The people above me are walking around. They walk around, planting their heels down hard. It sounds like thunder. I wonder if they know about the storm they create above me. Maybe that's it. Maybe the spot is spotty because of the storm above me. That must be it.

And Warden and Regrette. They are waiting for the rain. Waiting.