Lone
I welcomed you into our home
because I don’t believe in boundaries.
But then came
pitter patter
scat all scattered
until I could
not
sleep.
And you were Joseph’s sons in Egypt
when the killing began,
and I mourned for you.
I never realized how big you could become
until I saw how small your children were,
Lying in the traps.
But over time,
it felt good to see you die.
You or me
mentality.
At the end of the summer,
I returned to an empty house
and found you in the trap you understood.
I fear
you and I are two of a kind.