For that which goes “bump” in the night.
afraid
of the creatures which move in the shadows at night
or those which crawl at all hours of the day
across the ground with
all too many legs or
no legs at all
seeking
to crush beneath heel or
smash with fist upon the granite countertop
wiping clean the surface of twitching remains
and tossing them without thought
upon soiled napkins and wasted food
must we fear
hate
destroy
that which is not
us?
can we
can you
find love
for that which elicits
fear?
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 