berber rugs
highway trucks roar throughtout the night
mice wonder in and out with a wary eye for felines
you spend your days mocking
as parasitic demons thirst
in the only way they know how
we sent ourselves down here
to sleep in the suburbs
a feast of lady slippers and daffodils
amidst a simmer of lives
instead we ate scat that our neighbors offered as good will

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