9 Dave

I met them while sitting on the toilet.
I saved them, after I finished wiping
and…did I wash my hands?

They had fallen into an ingenious trap.
Called by the darkness, the damp.
They stumbled in so easy,
but the way out was slick
and I flicked the switch.

I observed their failures,
as they scrambled and fell,
over and over and over,
their long legs flailing.

Only when they settled into a corner to die,
did I throw them a towel.

They ran right over,
desperate for the exit.
I left them in darkness,
thinking how alike we are in our panic
and relief.

I called them Dave,
and they hung up on the ceiling a while,
before ensnaring themselves again.

Yes, we are the same.

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