Realization Of What Seems To Be Detestable

when we meet
i see hallways and
a gate and a hollow alley
and i have not
hesitated to
bribe the guards
and so i had all the ease
getting in
where i am not supposed
to be
because i ought
not to belong there
damp rooms
and dusty curtains
and rusty pipes

faucets leaking
and rats
running on the ceiling
and cockroaches
stepping on
cheese and
bread

flies on cold coffee
and fleas
on the off-white linens

i give in
because you are there
waiting for me
and in this kind
of compromising
situations

i have always been
weak.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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