1.28.2017

One New Poem

Lauren Treece via Flickr // CC BY-ND 2.0


to the mice inside the walls

to us out here
the scrabbling bustle
of your busyness
sounds the same.

little neighbors, have you noticed
the volume
in these rooms
increasing?

an uptick 
in the number of tissues
in the bedroom’s
wicker wastebasket?

are we leaving 
more crumbs
of pie & pizza
on the kitchen floor,
more herbal tea boxes
and wine bottles
in the recycling bin?

maybe this time 
is only as strange 
as any other
for you,
who have never before
seen january—
for you,
who will never see 
a november
again.


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