The Eviction

I know you’re there, you’re always there.

A Phantasmagoric tenant,

Waiting, tapping, scratching,

Etching your initials,

On the inside of my skull.

Sleep eludes, but you do not.

A sneaker in the dryer,

Knocking, thudding, pounding,

Screaming to be heard,

From inside my brain

I try to kick you out, but I never let you leave.

A ruminating landlord,

Hurting, crying, not—healing,

Charging you nothing,

To live inside of my head.