we shrank the kitchen to the size of a plum.
it was no use anymore. we weren't going to cook.
all the birds outside were talking about sitcoms
& plucking children from the sidewalk to take as their own.
i crouched down to peer into a hole in the wall
to see if i could spy on the mice that morning.
they wore t-shirts that said, "no more gods."
they were organizing a strike. i asked them what they're striking
& they said "that is for us to know." i sat & thought about
how i would be a fairly good mouse.
i wished i could join their efforts. felt desperately alone.
still, most days, i want to be those bodies & not my own.