APRIL 14, 2009 11:08PM

When The Mice Come

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This is the time when the mice come

You think you’re so together then there they are

just when you thought you had turned the corner

scratching, biting chewing at the edges 

You can’t see them but you know they are there

You’ve seen their leavings

pulling what you thought you had discarded back out of the trash

nibbling at it in secret while you sleep

still working on stuff you gave up on days ago, years ago

If only you had gotten rid of it

If only you had finished it


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why are the fucking cats not doing their jobs????!!!!!
Those useless bags of hair and fat! I even put them up on the counter to put them on the scent! Last night I lifted up the dish drainer and there was a very pretty little fat mouse busily munching on a...boston baked bean! She had to leave before I could offer her some ketchup.
The poem was supposed to be about unfinished business or thoughts that are left for the subconscious mind to annoy you about. The mice are just metaphorical although the shit on the counter is all too real.
The "mice" chew at my subconscious all the time. They shit in there, too, which is worse.