The Mouse

in my quasi sleep mode

where he kisses me goodbye

before leaving for work

he whispered

be careful when you open the door

there’s a mouse trying to get in

because that’s what happens on a farm

when even the field mouse have had it

with the scorching heat of summer

which prompted deep sleep dreams

of a mouse with a tiny suitcase

because his car ran out of gas

selling encyclopedias

running from a snake

proclaiming his testimony

asking for a glass of water

hoping to find a new home