She fell into my bathtub,
sometime this afternoon,
as water drained
too slowly for
tiny mouse survival.

By the time I found her
rigor had set in,
so I could see that she had died,
still swimming
in mid mouse paddle-stroke:

Rear legs spread wide,
her tail a stiff grey toothpick
reaching back
for balance in bath water.

Tiny paws were gathered to her chest
in anticipation of the next desperate
swimming motion.
Here, there was no peaceful
sinking to the depths:

This mouse died
conscious.

Palline Plum

I have exhibited in group and solo exhibitions in NYC, Upstate NY, in the Great Lakes region as well as internationally.

 

My poems have been published in literary journals and several anthologies, as well as in buses in Kalamazoo.

 

I would love to find a publisher for my poetry collection Gossiping With God.

 

I hold BFA and MFA degrees in visual art as well as an MSW, (that last really was a bad idea).

Image credit:Hanna Postova

I have exhibited in group and solo exhibitions in NYC, Upstate NY, in the Great Lakes region as well as internationally.

 

My poems have been published in literary journals and several anthologies, as well as in buses in Kalamazoo.

 

I would love to find a publisher for my poetry collection Gossiping With God.

 

I hold BFA and MFA degrees in visual art as well as an MSW, (that last really was a bad idea).