the mouse was trapped. first one hind foot in a livingroom trap,
trap dragged to the kitchen, neck snapped in another
there was no blood, a clean break. it's all any of us could hope for.
clean breaks, quick and painless endings that make you forget
the whole thing that set off the trap. the one slip of the hand.
the one moment of not being quick enough. loss of sly.
this whole mess is feeling like a slight of hand trick. magic mouse
is dead. the magic is dead.
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