rats
<>late at night
when the heating pipes came to life in the walls
the rats would scatter to escape the heat
and hurry and scurry into the halls
through my room and then throughout the house
my synapses would go off
firing and cracking as i heard large traps snapping
under the kitchen sink and behind the bathtub
terrified, i lie still with my tattered flags gathered about me
could my family go on without me
my first demons had four legs
my bogeymen had tufts and tails and gathered garbage
in my second city
at first light i could see them
pulling themselves across the floor
like overweight hunchbacked men
returning home after a hard nights work
of preparing and scaring up new nightmares
for me
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