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Apr 2023
the three dead mice lay stuck in their sticky trap
at the end of the kitchen island
where food was being prepared

"this will never do",Β Β she said out-loud to herself
confused for some moments,
she moved the trap near the toaster on the counter
where the utensils sat, unput-away in their drawer

she continued to chop the food before cooking it;
it was thrown out weeks later, uneaten.
july hearne
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july hearne  seattle
(seattle)   
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     nivek, CJ Sutherland and Weeping willow
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