In the city everything is really close to everything else.
We live on top of each other, on top of food, and on top of waste.
The chinese restaurant down the street has mice and rats.
Maybe just mice, maybe just rats, it doesn't matter.
The mice run the block when it rains looking for a dry warm place to sleep.
They end up in my garage, by the water heater.
Then they die in the walls and I have no idea why.
When they die in the walls flies reproduce in their bodies.
I have no idea why they do that either.
The flies come through the heating vents into my house.
Fly stupidly into the corners of my bedroom,
and get caught in the spiderwebs there.
I'm told the spiders eat the flies,
but this seems like a very arduous process,
and I don't have that kind of time.
Something big, either a rat or a mouse has recently died in my walls.
There are spiders eating flies
and flies fucking in corpses in my house.
I'm not sure if I live indoors.
I'm not sure if I can blame the spiders, flies, mice, chinese restaurants or the city.
If I blamed the city, I would have to take some of the blame.
I'm part of this city.
But there is this party in my house, and there are flies and spiders and mice,
and I most certainly do not feel invited.
But it is going on all around me,
and I am alone.