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2024-11-30 01:21:52 -05:00
in the backyard with dad, who insists on releasing a mouse
from a glue trap into the backyard, and i, with the hose,
having dirtied brand new shoes,
which mom and i bought on pilgrimage to jc penney.
the mouse stares at me with omniscience,
wriggling against sightless demons.
she limped off - lime green glue matted into her fur -
i thought to leave her for the vultures, and the tomcats,
but i knew her name
and brushed mud off suede
in the kitchen sink.
you live, and i die again.