doll house w/ mice pretending to be human? i wonder aloud as we watch mice make their way to doll house. they carry pocket watches & stolen sugar. stand on plastic beds & peer out windows. the doll house is a bisection. a dream clock & a soiled planet. door bell rings again. knock knock. is it our house or the doll house? the doll house. one is the mother & one is the father & the others decide to be children. imagine picking your family title out of thin air? they put on clothes. we undress. mice making plastic dinner. us opening a can of ravioli. two spoons. mice washing their hands & faces. you combing my hair. knots like new knuckles. i don't want to miss a moment of this house. ask the mice if they want to be big balloons like us. the top of my head skirting ceiling. mice playing tiny pianos & inventing manners. dictionaries in their hears. dining room table. our mother sleeping like a den of pillows. the mice mother laying in the bathtub considering graveyards & burials. wooden spoons for all of us. come on now, i plead. wouldn't you like to eat gold from tupperware? babies turn to shoes. you leave for midnight soccer practice or basketball court dancing. i close the doll house. stop watching. open a window & consider tossing the doll house out. watch it grow wings. watch it fly south for the winter. i don't. instead, i toss out a dinner plate. hear it shatter on the driveway. my father returns & leaves in the same breath. the mice discuss the world "generation." i listen & take notes.