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A Room With A Cockroach

Glass splattered with dew from the upward dome,
he drops a letter into the deep mailbox
he calls home.
He swanters by a motel,
or perhaps a hotel.
Through the rusted doors of prostitution he enters,
staring at the people deciding on their possible genders.
He splays $20 across the counter and simply says, "A room."
With thoughts of passion upon his brain,
he thinks to himself, "I'll be asleep soon."
Crawling slowly up the stairs, the man spies a cockroach waltzing by,
and into the woodwork where he'll hide.
The man, deathly afraid, falls back and has died.
He claimed to soon be asleep,
and is now forever, no longer making a peep.