Life is a Peanut Butter Sandwich
Mice in the cupboards eating peanut butter traps
until their eyes bulge out, neck down
asphyxiated by closure’s steel
Mice in the cupboards knowing what they need
about their world, not knowing enough
about the other.
Mice in the cupboards on a metabolic high
living their short furred lives in wary dwelling
rooted in a world of routes
knowing what they need ‘till terror springs
the silence of never knowing more.
Those tiny beads
that once were eyes, reflect
my thin looking.