the dust ‘bunnies’ keep piling up in the corner
the room; there they are squatting, taking up
in an area i’ve disregarded for far too long.
pursuant to state law, i cannot evict them
a proper notice and with reasonable alternate
so, instead of taking action against the squatters,
decide to embrace my new friends and discuss
subjects every night before i fall asleep underneath
the comforter; oh, the comfort they bring knowing
they are there, continually building up, until one day
they suffocate me, kill me, and take this all over;
sometimes, inaction will inevitably murder you.