The mouse knows you
He has small mouse names for you…
They talk about you like mice do
And know small mouse things about you…
Like how you fold your underwear and the lint in the corner of your drawer and how your notebooks smell and taste
Yes he can taste your words and your ink and he reads your words and finds comfort in them. He eats them, yes your words are like food to the mouse.
Your pages line his nest, torn to pieces like the dreams you once wrote for only you to see. Now he sleeps his tiny muzzle turned under his paws and tiny claws, dozing....resting breathing, he sighs amongst your words, comforted and dreaming tiny mouse dreams where he runs in tunnels and his dozing limbs run and jerk as he thinks of running in his dreams….
2 comments:
Very poetic Zen. This entry reminds me of a song friend Shannon Stephens wrote when we were hanging out in Michigan one summer, recording with her band Marzuki... "can you love this mouse? can you love this little rodent? can you love this thing made of dust and breath...wants its cheese right now, seeing nothing but the moment, runs its wheel all night squeaking in your ear, shreds up everything that you ever dare to give it, runs away from your open hand in fear..." I love your viewpoint, as a mouse who is comforted and dreaming. We discovered mouse friends in our baking flour on Monday :)
thank you and wow, great song!!
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