Poetry

The taxidermist at her table


 
a white mouse (a feeder mouse)
 
soft drift of white
his modest truth
disarms me
 
forehead
ears, feet
mouth
a dim rose
with teeth
 
I admire
this raw meat of us
this ease
 
dream of radishes
wheat
 
(how I adore this somewhat wise housemate)

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a white mouse (2)
 
what has a white mouse to show us?
 
I meet him
white mute item
 
(fate
air hums with it)
 
he was
 
I sew him shut
wish him home
 
he is.

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a white mouse (5)
 
hiatus
time teems
thaws
 
she ate
she saw
 
Oh muse most
whose tame wish
was oats