Mice
They were connected to our youth.
Those first
hole-in-the-walls.
They crashed our apartments
like they were
raucous neighborhood parties.
The snap in the dead of night
of the trap's metal, ravenous jaw--
Death?
or a glorious heist?
Of mice and men,
it was all
a game of chance--
we slipped in treacherous holes
as easily
as we slipped out--
Ready for any destination--
not yet prepared
for any
hesitation
*appeared in "Spare Change news."
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Karen
it was all
a game of chance--
And most powerfully penned, Doug.