Summer 2002 • Vol. XXIV No. 3/4 Poetry |

My People

Initially, I too appeared between the legs of a woman in considerable discomfort. A rather grisly scene but fairly common among my kind. Those early days, I must admit: a bit of a blur but generally I was provided for, wiped off and kept away from the well. Dressed as a shepherdess until I could handle an ax, it was then I saw the golden arches and tasted of the processed cheese and left my field forever, disastrously it must be said although it has led me here, addressing you in this grand and ugly hall, paid a nominal fee and all the grapes I can eat. Well, I'm told they're grapes. But I leap ahead when leaping backward as well as vibrating in place is more what's called for, much like the role of the tongue in the bell. Hear that? Reminds me of the coyotes of our youth before we hunted them to near extinction then expensively reintroduced because it turned out they were the only solution to our mouse problem, at least on the outside, in the cribs. Inside

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