Guest Writer Arlette Gindi shares a poem for a new roommate.

Stuart Little—

with a tail as long 

as the Great Wall of China

And eyes as furious

as a mother using her child’s full name—

You’ve found the bag of pistachios 

that I kept on my wooden windowsill 

And chewed your way through the plastic. 

—

Stuart Little—

with gray fur as oily and sleek 

as my hair on day three without a wash 

And a squeal as piercing 

as the needle that went through my septum last month—

You’ve made my small room your home 

and found solace for yourself 

Inside my dusty radiator’s corners. 

—

Stuart Little—

our time together was sweet

And, for a while, 

you made a lovely roommate. 

But please, 

I beg, 

Get the fuck out! 

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