it slithered up through the kitchen sink, into my house, the night before. it didn't make a noise it didn't give any signs. it didn't warn me, didn't ask to pay a portion of the rent. it arrived one day and stuck to my ceiling. every day i look at it. it looks back. we exchange this strange greeting. every day. i don't know what it is.

daily it looks at me expecting something and daily i give it nothing. it arrived on its own, why would i oblige. daily it asks for a single meal. daily i ask what it might want to eat. it doesn't answer. I feel like it only wants me to say yes.