an observation

Upon entering your apartment
I noticed first
your backside.
I thank the stairs.

I noticed second
the useful end
of a screwdriver
driven into the soil
of a dying houseplant.

Unconventional.

Upon falling into your couch
I noticed
my backside
and fished a red handled hammer
from between the cushions.

Unconventional.

I never imagined
you simply lived
in fear.

rats

I seem to have become stuck in some sort of momentum I feel somehow I did not "sign up for".

I didn't know it would really feel like the racing of rats.

I never saw myself as a rat.

I hate rats.