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Hearth

there’s a shift in
my clock internally
externally yours
now that isn’t an
analogy for a stroller
roller derby time
I just never
know where I
am in the year I
see it on piano
keys Tuesday is D
the days rolling
in a circle of 5ths
and you count the months
rent by rent and
I look at this chair
covered in shirts
and wonder where your
heart is if
this isn’t home.

Love, Muse

A.N.: Our apartment is pre-re carpeting from a water-damage disaster . It’s awful. And has made us both hate it. There’s dust and random little critters everywhere.

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The City Far

it used to be
this easy
to get up
and go to
a hill
stand out over the
trees and look
now you
can barely
see the
sky.

Love,

Muse

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In Case Of

in this muck
steps to
this door
are far
through the cars
weaving with trees
I balance
in my head
and click
on.
you give
a soundtrack to
life inside
out.
I take my
stories and
apply like glue
to the cut-out
people
moving
by.

Love,

Muse

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I clutched my unzipped backpack to my chest, my left hand scrabbling around for my keys.  Was this it? My fingers bypassed a crumb-covered pen and a wadded up plastic bag.  I noticed the tiny feet inching closer to my place of terror, and I backed up a few inches. A noise to my right made me whip my head around sharply. Two were advancing towards the garbage can, beady eyes at the ready, and little tufted ears cocked forward in battle position. Or…scavenger position. Or attack position.  Or something. My heart started to beat faster. I found my keys. Finally. And shoved them in the lock and fumbled for a while, my head still skewed around to keep an eye on The Enemy.

“You just…..stay where you are…devil creatures.”

Then the little fuckers chittered something at each other and ran, chasing each other up the fire escape. Another one disappeared into the back parking lot.

Damn squirrel town.

The city is home to many creatures- some on stalks, spikes or wheels, but the most sketchy looking beast by far, besides the specimens at the fish counter in the market, is the black squirrel.

Holy crap, those things really look like the pet of satan. Pure, dark, pigment-saturated fur. Peaked ears that look EXACTLY like furry little horns. And dark soul-less eyes. Mo says they run like water. I say they run like the fifth horseman of the apocalypse. Or …horsemen. Or …furry…..demon monkey rats. I don’t know.

Of course, they haven’t attacked me or anything yet. It’s just that I…strongly distrust them. City animals are really aggressive (or excessively stupid, like the pigeon in the subway), and in the past, I have been leery of them.  A squirrel chased me two blocks once. And they used to stalk me at work, peering from the trees and chirping their death-song. “Get out of my area, mother fucker, or I’ll throw a nut at you. If I miss, I’ll just come chew your legs off. Don’t temp me. ….La la la la ”

I might be squirrel racist.

But, if I see one attacking a baby, I will say I told you so. No, I will scream it.

Pretty sure I will.

Love,

Muse

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