how dare you tell me?
how dare you point it out?
how dare you pull back the curtain
and lift up the rug
and let it all out
where it can be seen?
i was comfortable!
i could go through my day
with my hands over my ears
and pretend it wasn’t there.
the snarling and yipping and howling
could just as well have been
a creaky floorboard
or a clunky old pipe.
but now you made me see it
and i can’t pretend anymore
and i can’t be comfortable
and i feel guilt
and i feel shame
for turning my eyes away
when it ran out to snatch another meal.
it’s not my problem!
but now you made me look
and i don’t want to see it
so i’ll shove you in there with it
and lock the door
and pretend your screams
are nothing but the wind.
you can’t stop the wind.