Guest Writer Arlette Gindi shares a poem for a new roommate.
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.
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.
our time together was sweet
And, for a while,
you made a lovely roommate.
Get the fuck out!
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