Post by Pseudomuse on Jan 25, 2006 15:48:37 GMT -8
flowers for charlie
[dad]
I laid down flopped flowers on your grave
yesterday, the sky a different shade of
blue than the last.
I find white mice everywhere now,
especially in the kitchen. it’s an
infiltration of the masses. white scurrying
balls of fluff.
home from work on your death-day,
a little brown female was curled in
the milk jar. I petted her and fed
her from my hand. the poor
creature kept running into walls.
I named her charlie just for you. she
buries herself in my breast, when the
others, the white mob closes in. only
there does she calm, the shudder-stutter
of her little beating mouse heart.
I laid flopped flowers on your grave
today, thinking maybe I should just
stop drawing analogies between the
mice and the maze.
[dad]
I laid down flopped flowers on your grave
yesterday, the sky a different shade of
blue than the last.
I find white mice everywhere now,
especially in the kitchen. it’s an
infiltration of the masses. white scurrying
balls of fluff.
home from work on your death-day,
a little brown female was curled in
the milk jar. I petted her and fed
her from my hand. the poor
creature kept running into walls.
I named her charlie just for you. she
buries herself in my breast, when the
others, the white mob closes in. only
there does she calm, the shudder-stutter
of her little beating mouse heart.
I laid flopped flowers on your grave
today, thinking maybe I should just
stop drawing analogies between the
mice and the maze.
