Poetry

The taxidermist at her table


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