Infestation by Zeke Greenwald

A still grasshopper’s swiveling
His antennae endlessly
Because he’s lost.

Two iridescent alley flies
Circle the house until they die
Also confused.

Just as the house does to the bugs,
A very old and yellow sponge
Dries in the sink.

And I am, too, thus at a loss
To be not so like how I was,
Or want to be.

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