Our New House
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She was gullet-hungry & nearly skirted the plastic jaws
smeared with local peanut butter, but they clamped
shut as she scraped by, breaking both hind legs. We
woke to relentless scratching in the kitchen, 3:00 a.m.
clamor as she dragged her body along the valley
between stove & sink. We’d chosen quick-kill traps &
already tossed two dead ones in the woods behind the
house, their faces flat, tiny eyes bulging. But she didn’t
die. Instead she curled into a question mark, tried to
chew her body free, scurried across linoleum desperate
to escape herself.
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