they say
misery loves company
yet
mine is an unwelcome bitch
she leaves a trail of soiled socks
from the entryway
to her lair
crusty pots by the sink
balls of hair in the shower
I ask
how long she plans to stay
not long, not long,
a few more days!
it has been years
and years and years
and years—
clearly,
she likes it too much
here.