Anodyne
Sunday, April 15, 2007
 

Mouse turds on my desk this morning, on the keyboard and my Everyman's Kafka. A little fecal bread-crumb trail across my papers and the staff's T4s. The stuffed cats lurking guiltily nearby: What did you expect? We're inanimate....

Brief murderous thoughts of adopting a lean and vicious SPCA stray. Or of sending #54, below, by to sort out Mus musculus.


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