‘Trouble with mice is you always kill ’em’
                                                                                                              ~ Lennie

Bread crumbs trail my counter
to the pantry Milwaukee record
snow my new husband sets traps
traipses off to work leaves me
trapped with snow – 3 feet – 4 feet

and mice.

I bundle the bread, can the
crackers, kettle the dried beans –
jar and jug any sweets.

(my husband places shoe
boxes – holes in the sides – over
the traps so I don’t see the

dead mice)

I hear the snaps.  And I wonder why
I am terrified of something sooooooo little –
and grey – and quick – and startling – 
and quiet.

But, why wouldn’t I be?