Poetry About Cockroaches

The kitchen light clicks on at midnight. One brown body vanishes beneath the stove. It knows the warm pipes and narrow dark. Our disgust does not reduce its skill. Survival studies every human leftover. The hidden city moves after we sleep.

Look past the first familiar name. One brown body vanishes beneath the stove. The smallest detail changes the scale. Our disgust does not reduce its skill. What seemed simple gathers another meaning. The hidden city moves after we sleep.

The kitchen light clicks on at midnight. Time moves, but the image does not leave. It knows the warm pipes and narrow dark. It returns us to urban insects, resilience, disgust, hidden ecosystems, adaptation, and life thriving in overlooked spaces. Survival studies every human leftover. The day continues with a more attentive heart.