Of Mice and Man

the lights out
but now not
night but
early

morning i wake
to gnawing
knowing
that

wires and
such don't
taste as
good as

or as much
as peanut
butter
so

wait to
hear the
snap on the
uneatable weight

of what
keeps 
me
awake
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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