The X has moved out. Out of this house (In)to the outside around it. I watched her feet pound it. It didn't work out. First there's a click, Then there's a breeze Somewhere outside in the trees, And the bathroom just sits With the memories of a million shits. There's a world in a wall That's dark and it's small. Here gathers the mighty dust ball On a pink fiberglass bed For the screwdriver left there. The mite and the spider. The multi-legged wonder That last week had scared her And broke our silence with laughter. She's like a mouse, I know she's around It's a gnawing sound. Leaves little brown poohs From a little pink bum. Inside the closet. Around the files. Behind the crates. She's barely adolescent. Up on the counter - That's where I caught her - Little pink tongue Licking the butter. There's a world in a wall. The mighty dust ball. The mouse and the spider Pause by each other And move on.