they see
a cluster
of small
rubber

ducks &
scraps of
broken
shells

& think

I’ll shit
there

we describe
them as
brazen
when they
run
through
what
actually

is their
home

so I
begin

to kill
them

because
I’m better
than
them
one was

seen
running
into
the bathroom
my bathroom

& a small
frail
one
was found
dead
right

on the
floor &

the poison

is working

& I feel
bad

because
in fact
I like
living

with them.

They’re
part
of my
life

their
little
shits
every
where &

I have
killed
their
child

they’re
unclean
anyone
would
say

isn’t that
why I
must kill
them

but I’m
unclean
too

isn’t
that why
they’re
here

and I
generally
have guests
who say

this place
is so
small
they look

around &
I feel
shame

& I look
around
usually right
after a
trip

or in a
couple
of days &
it’s small

but not
to them

they think
it’s huge

perfect

and that is
a friend

& why don’t
I keep
them

around

come back
come back

& I know
you will