That bent-legged audacity
compelling your
jumping cockeyed bravery
to cross thresholds,
climb silently through
damp basement spaces
to enter darkened dwellings
only to receive a
post-shriek boot to your humped back,
a trigger-forced splash of spray, or
a body glued immovable--
Once I understood your
blind defenselessness,
seemingly random leaps meant
to terrify your
own larger fears,
my unease around you
lessened
Still, though
take your crooked-bodied friends
and
get out of my house.

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