Thursday, March 6, 2008

QUIET MICKEY



reclining mouse on floor slab

my lungs caught in a small cold
 

why did it die there on its back
 

the cough coming up with minor phlegm
 

not age, not cat bites or tears
 

my kleenex downward catching it
 

the gravity of its non-motion
 

the gravity of my stare


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