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| Tweezer - Photo by Ms. Casila |
My eyebrow tweezer holding your roach,
Is what you took from my sanctuary,
No safe place,
Never a home.
Dead roaches on the floor,
Dishes in the sink,
I wasn't able to pay my housekeeper,
My husband gambled the rent.
My husband, the alcoholic,
The man that keeps your pockets filled,
My home was robbed long before my tweezer disappeared,
Long before the streetlights came on, and off.