The X has moved out.
Out of this house
(in)to the outside around it.
I watched her feet pound it.
It didn't work out.
First there's a click,
Then there's a breeze
Somewhere outside in the trees,
And the bathroom just sits
With the memories of a million sh**s.
There's a world in a wall
That's dark and it's small.
Here gathers the mighty dust ball
On a pink fibergla** bed
For the screwdriver left there.
The mite and the spider.
The multi-legged wonder
That last week had scared her
And broke our silence with laughter.
She's like a mouse,
I know she's around
It's a gnawing sound.
Leaves little brown poohs
From a little pink bum.
Inside the closet.
Around the files.
Behind the crates.
She's barely adolescent.
Up on the counter -
That's where I caught her -
Little pink tongue
Licking the bu*ter.
There's a world in a wall.
The mighty dust ball.
The mouse and the spider
Pause by each other
And move on.