I am sorry that my new washer and dryer
were delivered before 6:30 a.m.
I hope the banging and doors opening and closing
did not wake you up.
I am sorry that I bleep my locks
and bang my trash bin lids after 10.
I am sorry that I do not often mow my lawn,
that my back yard looks like a jungle.
I am sorry that I don’t feel safe
posting a Black Lives Matter sign
or flying a Pride flag. 
I am sorry that I don’t see you often
because I love my air conditioning.
I am sorry that I do not know your name,
even after three years of living here.