a mouse crept across my foot like a furry palm. And then nights fell and four feet with toes stuck to peanut poison plastic. And it cried out loud to jesus to his mother to his lover like me. And your worker hand like a catcher mitt forced my mouth wide fondling my intestines and raising them. 'Til they met your steel toed boots. and i cried for his big eared cries. i ached for Fievel never making it west and Ratatouille's dusty spoon and for Tom's empty chase. Jerry is fly paper glued to my linoleum. cancel saturday morning cartoons.