Peytin Grider- Three Poems

This is where we began

This is the town and this is the car

These are the words you said to me once

This is the place my father shook your

Hand and the rest of you

            This is the version of me

            You knew and tasted so long ago

            And now I am someone else

Mouse man

He’s got a brown and furry nature

A scurry nature

A nest-building nature

A chew it up nature

And I’ve got a fresh trap

With some lovely cheese

Just for his neck to break on

Losing the game

In my defense, by the time they told me

It was a game, it was much too late, so

To my chagrin, I lost the game

And I’m still trying to figure out

What the rules were to begin with.