parasite

We live in Jeff Bezos's apartment.
At first we asked him over to ours
on occasion, making polite conversation
through darkened windows.
But like a vampire needing
only one invitation
he moved into our living room.

This was mildly concerning, but
he was a good guest.
He sang to us
and we liked 
not having to
ever switch off the lights
though it was
slightly creepy the way he looked at us
through cerulean eyes while we slept,
often talking to himself
in the middle of the night.

He was lonely so we
brought him friends
and toys until
he gradually became our lives.
And one day we woke up to find
that it was his house; we merely
lived in it.