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.