Jeltje Fanoy #20 if... so

if... so


if I ever befriended
them,


if I ever befriended
them? I set th traps,
my private linguistics,
my very own shadow
play, th lost lives, lost,
without a trace, no
more markings,
soft paws,
crumbs in th dark,
like th mice in my stove
thru th cracks,
cracked open,
exploding th concrete
in my backyard,
like weeds in th dark?
my very own drama
stage set, backdrop and
background scenery...


but, you know, I like
lighting th stove, for my
friends, without th fear.