OK she thought, she knew this was about a mouse but to her, rambling on, a flow of words, events, no, not about Lucy. The baby of the family, Nettie, known sweetly as Nony, put everything inside. Pulled inside she could organize, categorize, and orphanize the events that held her a prisoner of her mind.
Drooping like a wilted flower, unweave the strings tomorrow, I care, she said to Miss Anony Mouse, who lives in the corner of the kitchen, in the slender alleyway between the wall and the stove.
The cheese that had remained on the tabletop, for days appeared oranger as it dried out. She broke off a small end piece, took a bite,and pulled the rest from her mouth. Throwing it behind the stove, Good night Anony Mouse.
Neon signs direct the dingy out of the port.The studded lights of things below the horizon will fade as she grows weary and become a zillion ships, dotting the ocean she knows. Stillness fills the air, and salt water scents it.
Pulling her sweater tight around her she gets comfy in the chair and she sings sweetly her favorite O.K. to be song.
Beautiful, getting woosy,
a haunting melody comes to mind.