I was wrong, in fact
I wasn’t alone
For company I had two friends
Two harmless cockroaches
Perhaps they were lovers
And I certainly disturbed them
When I turned on the light
So brutally
And sent them scuttling
To a corner with no escape
Then I crushed them both
Without thinking
Because everyone knows
That cockroaches are disgusting
And aren’t meant to be
In seedy hotel rooms
With the lights off
Doing cockroachy things in the dark
And my dreams were dangerous last night
Full of shadowy insect faces
Waving waxy antennae
And waggling spindly legs
And telling me
That some things
Just aren’t meant to be