We really are quite different

The other night 

after you had left so late

A cockroach crawled its way across my hard wood floor

It was the light brown beetle kind of cockroach,

They're not so bad...

The dark resin colored type,

not so much.

You had scooped one up in your hands earlier

   that night

To let it go outside.

So that it could just, 

come right back inside of my house...

Why?

You told me calmly

"They're just beetles"

I disagree

Lately, 

When I see one..

I think about your hands

Picking up

a cockroach..

to let it back in.

 

So the one that crawled across my hardwood floor..

I hit it 

with my least favorite shoe

The cockroach

That crawled through my house 

That night after you left so late.