what if one day you turn into
a cockroach in your bed
and you wake up and
no one recognizes you
and one sees you
and drives you away
from your house and
leaves you alone
in the grasses under
the sun?
it was your very own
mother who snaps
you away from
the soft pillow where
you were sleeping.
what if? it happened to Kafka
it can happen to you.
what if? Really, what will you do?
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