You don’t see me in the night. But you can hear me, snuffling, snorting, sorting through your trash. I expose the dirt, the lies, the secret rendezvous you try to hide. You’re too scared and caged by your deceit to keep me behind bars. I roam free while you cringe small, I call your yard my home.
inspired by bell hooks “Appalachian Elegy (Section 3)”
published in Scuzzbucket
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