Eddie Lombardi

At night, all tucked away in bed, or on couch, or on chair, or atop refrigerator, or on stove, or curled up on toilet seat, or wrapped round toilet’s base, or in bathtub, or under bed, or in dresser, or in sink, in every case near dozing, I’d sometime hear the tapping, the tap tapping, the tap tap tapping of frinky, frinky at long last taken to wearing tap shoes.