January 2005 / Volume VI / Issue I
Owen Roberts


I wanted a dog
or would have been happy with a cat

after years of asking
they bought me a pet mouse

nothing distinguishing about it
small and white

I picked it up out of its little cage
and it panicked
its little legs swinging
its head bobbing
a little black poop dropped out of its ass
then another

I had my door closed
and a small section of my floor enclosed
so it could run around
it ran up to each corner of the walls
sniffed, scratched and pooped again

something told me this wasn’t going to be much of a pet
if I had a cat or dog, they might at least chase or eat it

I picked the mouse back up
and another turd dropped down to the floor

I closed the cage
and waited for it to die