there were mice.
you could look at him
and almost
expect one
to jump out of his beard.
his flannel
shirt
and pajama pants,
hanging loose
on bones,
paled to a scaley pink.
glasses
on his nose,
his a hair a bush
not unlike
a tribesman in
the outback.
was he somewhere
still inside all of this.
who's to know, but yes,
there were mice,
a lot of mice.
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