MY NIGHTLY DOUBLE
(cockroach)
They come filled in cups, and fleeing -
dream and realization, nightmare and
new terror. I can't go anywhere and I
cannot move. Neither matters; both have
doors sealed shut. I want some crabby old
bun-headed teacher to step in, as in some
Little Rascals skit of old, and demand
'What is the meaning of this?!' So many
things now, and every category makes
me wonder, too, the meaning of things.
-
I do come forth, chrysalis-like, and drag
my ancient form across the floor. With a
sloth-like effort, Kafka's own Samsa double,
I'd rather die another death than have to
live this way. My broad shell hardens;
lets nothing in, lets nothing more out.
(cockroach)
They come filled in cups, and fleeing -
dream and realization, nightmare and
new terror. I can't go anywhere and I
cannot move. Neither matters; both have
doors sealed shut. I want some crabby old
bun-headed teacher to step in, as in some
Little Rascals skit of old, and demand
'What is the meaning of this?!' So many
things now, and every category makes
me wonder, too, the meaning of things.
-
I do come forth, chrysalis-like, and drag
my ancient form across the floor. With a
sloth-like effort, Kafka's own Samsa double,
I'd rather die another death than have to
live this way. My broad shell hardens;
lets nothing in, lets nothing more out.
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