Category: Poetry and Other Writing

Poems and word exper­i­ments and oth­er writ­ten­ness.

I evict. The most I must
kill is a mouse. A rat.
Just a tray of
clear glue. And then

squealing.

It is said: dirt is matter out of place.
How long did it wait, unknowing, for
me? Unable to free its
paws.

I need pliers to clean
it. Reset
it. It
squealed. It took

three blows of
my hammer.