The corner of my eye sees
a rat, or a roach crawling. I
don’t look. I know it’s not
there. Maybe I should have
looked anyway. The carpet
is unraveling anyway. Thinking
about the front door lock
anyway. I don’t want to go
into a dark hole. Anyway.
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Grunter Groupingrabber
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-you-re-embarrassed-for-me-it-s-okay/
