The Deer Mouse Berates Me   You should have known it was autumn from the cold, yet as you fumbled for your gas station beanie in the basket by the front door before you took your evening walk, you never pictured me⁠— slinking nightly among your tangled accessories: your promiscuous gloves, your baseball caps, your […]

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