Firefighter
always,
i watched
the figherfighter
on TV.
he never
faced infernos,
or battled
low wages.
he never
saved
me,
when i waited
in my
house,
aflame.
Mite
dust settled on a mattress.
dead skin cells consumed
by mites.
and my body lay.
the eager mouths of many,
encompassing my entity.
im a host, a home
and i cannot find
one of my own.
discarding my old skin,
a snake with human guise.
and i feel
the miniscule mites
munching on me.
im a feast, a home.
ill never find
my own.
From here to there
something standing
in my way.
obstacle,
which i have failed
to name.
and in a scene of
matter and energy,
everything looks
the same.
someone standing
in my way.
saboteur,
whom i failed to recognize.
and in the same
scene,
everyone tastes
the same.
Bio
Andrew Hranek resides in Southeast Tenneessee. He has been
published by
Unlikely Stories and Zygote In My Coffee.
