I have started noticing 
these all around the house. 
At first it was just one, or two, 
dotting the bare walls and door 
jambs. They come in almost the 
exact same size and shape, though 
I am sure that if you could peek inside, 
you would find them different, dormant. 
Not having the heart to pluck them away,
wriggling resolutely, I think I will let them
be. On colder nights I will drape myself in 
a roughspun robe and try to see what it 
is like, to fall asleep standing upside 
down, inching along the woodwork,
chewing someone else's lint into 
change. Come find me in a year, 
when I have made my case, 
and the walls are arrayed 
with new life.