Raid

Posted: May 12, 1994 in Poetry
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battling roaches at 3 in the morning
with chemical after chemical.
I’m high on bug spray
and wood putty
(for the enormous holes
around the sink pipes).
There’s a hole in the door frame
big enough to lose a golf ball in —
plenty big enough for the
1 1/2 inch monster roach
that skittered across your foot.

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