The Hot Zone, by Susy A
We
rarely go down there,
to this
hot zone.
Wars
have been won
on the
crawl space walls.
Spiders
casting spectacular webs.
It’s a
breeding ground
or so
we’ve been told
but we
don’t like swarms of anything
and
there are, EnergySmart says,
swarms of
everything.
Last
night I dreamed of
an army
building below
our bed.
Bugs pooling on
the
foundation in masses
unimaginable.
The greatest
nightmare
of all is that we have
fostered
this perfect ecosystem,
this
crawl space with a climate
exquisitely
warm and wet
for the centipedes,
spiders
potato bugs
to nestle in
for the
long hall, fighting
and feeding
on each other,
laying their
eggs. We are
too
afraid to venture down
to change
the filter, wrap the joints.
We wait.
They breed. And to think
of what
lies above.
Save us.
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