[Enters stage left.
Laughter ensues.]
“Congratulations!”
“What a performance!”
Even when the roar
of the applause and
the long round of
bravos and huzzahs
dissipate, you notice,
first just out of the
corner of your eye,
a distant flutter of
movement. You
turn to your
left, and there,
standing at
left, and there,
standing at
he closest
edge of the
windowsill
is a cockroach
giving a standing
ovation. To you.
“Hey, thanks, Harold,”
you say, “you’re the
best.” And then you
roll over, pull the
plush blanket all
the way up to
your ears,
and nod
soundly
off.
edge of the
windowsill
is a cockroach
giving a standing
ovation. To you.
“Hey, thanks, Harold,”
you say, “you’re the
best.” And then you
roll over, pull the
plush blanket all
the way up to
your ears,
and nod
soundly
off.
