even after i've gone, you shimmy your way back in.
"i thought we got rid of him," she'd say.
you lingerer.
not the way rox smelled of his sweet cologne
after she had rubbed her whiskers against his fingers
but the way his hands still smelled of fish
even days after his trip.
i used to think your silence was mystery.
i should have known it was ignorance.
parasite.
blatant liar.
leave me alone.
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