Kafka


Crawls across the ceiling
Bottle brown back
Cigar thick
Resting in reposé
As my guest sits
Perilously below
Bright white teeth chattering
Honey hair tossing
Eyes on me
Eyes on me
Eyes on me
Good.
Don't look up
Please
Please
I can't bear it
A drip of sweat
(A drip of fear)
Melts along my cheek
As Kafka
Scrambles back
Into the vent
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you.

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