the kitchen turns on.
or rather, someone,
some one or two,
turns or turn on
the kitchen lights.
they wait for a second
for the mice to clear,
and two or three
for the roaches to hide
somewhere
some here or there,
on the countertop,
shadowed and safe.
after midnight, he calls
his friend from home,
a friend that might have been
someone more than a friend,
and after midnight,
some one or two
dares or dare to walk
into the perhaps now cleared
kitchen, all lighted,
and maybe ready for visitors.
he says this, some this and that,
laughing, laughing,
la la laughing into his tiny black phone,
and they ha ha hallucinate
in the kitchen, some shadows,
on the countertops, some that moved:
shadows that ran and ran out and off
shadows they thought they had seen
shadows in their minds materialized
ha ha haah! ah! ah! unexpectations
while he la la laughed
into his tiny, black, silent phone.
oh, you're wrong. you're wrong.
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