there is a gnat,

there is a gnat,
which follows me.
he investigates
the lip of
toiletbowl
while i
release, and
he looks
inside, afraid
of stream
and floats
upward with
great haste
to avoid me;
i cannot help
but feel he
follows
in hopes
i’ll soon be
deceased,
so he may
nit-pick
at which
side to begin devouring.

but
he follows me,
this friend,
and we enjoy
the blank scenery/
the mountainesque
landscape
of an apartment dwelling,
full-bright
with white walls and
wooden desk,
with brightest screen
in warm glow/
and i feel
he enjoys
this,
though wants
to be led out.