The fire trucks 
don’t stop for me 
the cough 
reminds me 

the investigation’s 
dismissed-
in my head 
I’m writing a hit 

decades 
rearrange me 
my love’s 
a distant screen 

the robots 
are polite 
they never lose 
their patience 

how the mites 
enjoy my environment 
not to mention trillions
 of microbes in my stomach

if I could just shake 
their little paws 
before I kill them 
every morning