Vermin
Maybe there is a cockroach in my skull
just behind the eyes
running legs along the sack encasing the brain
There
a drain
a run in a stocking
Feeling like a constant faucet
houses creaking in the night cools
congestion pooling post-nasal
Would it live forever
die and
create a void of longing and eventual rot
At night
I would see it in negative
a butterfly against a lightbulb
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