Invaded, a pouch, a crease, a sulcus
Tiny entities that do not matter do
Matter now that they have bred
Though you never took them in…
Nothing to do now but love them
A boy in a tenement’s pets
Six legs, racing roaches in jars
Pigeons, rats, mitochondria.
Here, parrots flock and strip
Fruit from the trees and sing
In cages on the porch. Know
What’s yours is never and always theirs.