We're all a lot more comfortable

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if you could take your shoes off at the door
and drop your coat by the shrapnel in the corner
if a giant bat would come and grab you by
the shoulders carting you away to its nest to feed
if you could chew more quietly or with your
mouth closed or stop talking while you’re doing it
if the sun boils all the oceans and the rivers
overflow the pots and noodles wash into the sea
if you could ask before you take the last of
the ketchup from the fridge to make your sandwiches
if the world screams into madness under ninety
watching eyes while we are folding all our clothes