Church Mouse – chey the poet

I feel too big for this space.

I am a House fest in a house not made for guests and

Any noise I make perpetuates my anxiety.

She knows I’m here, but I don’t want to remind her.

The crinkle of my granola wrapper feels like the only thing echoing here,

Except for her contempt for me

Within these walls.

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