Must I move to get away from killing you
And carry to Sutton Place in the back of my mind
back to San Francisco ants
To get away from you?
I know —
I’ll starve a hungry cat
And name it Darwin
If I crawled into your crack in the wall
Four clumsy appendages, too dumb to talk
What would you & your dynasty do?
Tickle me to death under your indifferent feet
Teach me to be a makeshift cockroach
Live off my flesh & use the bones for cockroach walls
I’m coming in
- Elise Cowen