in the tiny trailer
she can hear mice
peeping
just under the bed
and this morning
the cat chased one
into the cave
created by the broken drawer
the woman sat
listening to the cracking
of its mousey bones
as the cat crunched it down
there are cockroaches
glaring from the burner plate
and a dead man
living in her bed
she goes on like this
mornings soaked after a storm
bruises and taped up windows
mice and roaches claiming
all the secret territory
every evening
she does her paperwork
counts her singles
tips the busser
all the while thinking
about the journey home
and what will be waiting
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