saturday night fever
my best friend and i hide from the subletter,
who had the gall to invite us out with her friends.
we watch the hole with the volume down low,
pretending to snore.
the constant sound of dripping,
the damp wallpaper slowly uncurling from the walls,
the vomit, the wringing out of towels, and a blast
of bug spray to the eyes, crowned by a wracking cough
and a frantic scrabble on hands and knees across a concrete floor...
each unflinching shot pushes you deeper into an
overwhelming sense of physical discomfort.
the sudden interludes, bright and well-choreographed musical numbers,
seem only meant to keep you from getting numb enough
to endure the clammy irritation of instant noodles
and the sneaking suspician that you're turning into a cockroach.
posted by self_invasion | 11:30 PM
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