The corner of my eye sees <br />a rat, or a roach crawling. I <br />don’t look. I know it’s not <br />there. Maybe I should have <br />looked anyway. The carpet <br />is unraveling anyway. Thinking <br />about the front door lock <br />anyway. I don’t want to go <br />into a dark hole. Anyway. <br />Anyway. <br />Anyway. <br />Anyway. <br />Anyway. <br />Anyway. <br />Anyway. <br />Anyway. <br />Anyway. <br />Anyway. <br />Anyway. <br />Anyway. <br />Anyway. <br />Anyway. <br />Anyway. <br />Anyway.<br /><br />Grunter Groupingrabber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-you-re-embarrassed-for-me-it-s-okay/
