when she said the mice would burrow back into the deep bin. Reaching my hand into the barrel’s hovel, their nest skittered— cottoned
Inspired by “School’s Out 1975” by Paula Neves We form the steeple with our fingers and blow Into our palms, hoping for the whistle
Her armless arms, her hairless head, lost doll feathering through duckweed, porcelain skull lighting the shallow pond like those eels, like eroding corals, so