Truth of the Mouse
What they do to you
I dream they do to me.
The knives come out
the tubes go in
to the piece of meat
nameless, once sweet,
test tube tissue
over-scanned and analyzed
and the bugs are in
the bandages again.
The nurse can't come;
she's
double parked at the casino
where the chips come down
like needle rain
where the dealer's a junkie
because the rules broke again
and the mouse
that chews the truth
knows
it's not safe to come out.
~January 2018
