Monday, July 6, 2009

“We were so poor…”

“We were so poor…”

We were so poor I had to take the place of the bait in the mousetrap. All alone in the cellar, I could hear them pacing upstairs, tossing and turning in their beds. “These are dark and evil days,” the mouse told me as he nibbled my ear. Years passed. My mother wore a cat-fur collar which she stroked until its sparks lit up the cellar.

--Charles Simic, from the world doesn't end (1989)



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