one at a time:
the massive ant
that rides these walls
and pillowcases
here in my third-floor walk-up.
The singularity
leaves me unsure
if it's an infestation
since I've changed the locks twice
after breakups
and the exterminator can't get in--
or one freeloading roommate
too sharp to help with rent
but I never swing to squash it.
I just flick him from my corner.
There are broader swords before us.
"Death is not the Beast."
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