Apt. 5G

I roll a / mattress / up the stairs / like a dung beetle / rolling her fecal ball . . .

Jul 27, 2024

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Apt. 5G

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Where the
floors bubble, 
peeling up at the 
corners, and the hall 
ways stink of cigarettes 

                                  And the 
                             pipes bang 
                        in wintertime 
                     and all summer
              the walls sweat lead 

I roll a 
mattress 
up the stairs 
like a dung beetle 
rolling her fecal ball 

                                A worse 
                          shelter than 
            shit I can't imagine, 
        but maybe home is the 
     beetles you share it with 

My dung 
mates and I  
sit around the TV, 
our laughter making 
castles of this crapshoot