#155 ‘A mouse like
this’
We chase the
night mouse round the bedroom floor.
The mouse is
never where it was.
Green pellets scattered in every room, at every door.
We teach the
mouse its last chaotic lesson
as it shows us
how its other mind-mouse finds
its way in and
further in than we ever dreamed,
its tail
disappearing beyond our reach, like nausea.
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