For NaPoWriMo’s daily prompt: a poem of greeting (to an old adversary).
Oh, hello again.
Snuck in through the ventilation, did you?
Decided to defecate all round
my house, and violate my self-esteem?
Your mangy children are scrabbling around in my wet-walls,
chewing on the electrics, fraying the wires.
The fuse box is hidden in the basement,
and all the lights are out down there.
I smell smoke in the linen closet.
The toilet’s clogged, sink’s running over.
Some of the ceilings are crumbling.
You move fast, you leviathan,
you and all your vermin forms.
I find a spoon and start to dig,
but I’m apoplectic and startle easy.
Under rubble, here’s a candle, here’s a match.
I’ll excavate slowly down to the footings,
with tiny fragments of sanity,
until I find the switch to reset myself.
And once again, I’ll greet the crew
and reconstruct my house once more.