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No Man's Land - June 3, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jun 3, 2025
  • 1 min read

a roach’s home is darkness

I live in light

 

but at the junction of that

no man’s land, a kitchen’s

nightlight, we meet

 

as my slow foot misses twice

he scurries under the stove

 

I open the frig, grab something

and chew, while he peers out

from the gloom, kicking himself

 

normally, so careful not to

cross paths with me, he worries

his life is now in great danger

 

that bug spray he’s been so

crafty to not trigger

 

might be the foggy nightmare

that ruins everything

 
 
 

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