A short poem I wrote a few days back. I've spent many nights writing, and I've fallen ill as a result so I'm taking a break from that. Here's one of my favourite things that I've come up with.
Once every two months the NEA officer wakes,
us up with his work pass,
and an offer
To Inspect Our Home for Dengue Mosquito Hotspots.
It is a request, but I feel obligated
To let a stranger into my home
To tell me how clean or dirty my house is, how clean or dirty I am.
Sometimes, when my mom answers the house call, the NEA officer is quick to ask her, “Are your employers at home?”
And the owner replies, “No, they’re not, “ before shutting the door.