Pet

Insecurity is a pet living well
in my psyche
it eats everything
demands constant attention
jumps up on my well-being
leaves paw marks
on what’s hidden
and what’s in the open
it’s an indoor outdoor pet
no matter how many times I shove it from the car
it finds its way back
when I think I’m alone
I look up to find it staring at me
it feels at home, it thinks it belongs
it won’t go away

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