Saša Milivojev - THE MOUSE

The smell of must and decay
The mouldiness of walls
The smell of dirty dishes
Torn underwear instead of a mop
I look at the crumbs of the floor
I drink yellow water from a filthy glass
I listen to it nibbling on something
Crawling in the sink
Sitting quietly with a cigarette
I saw the tail on the plate
Moving
A puppy under the table
Groaning because of fleas
A bowl with milk
Full of bugs and flies
Ooh
A mouse on the plate
I took a dirty ladle
I’ll go crazy
It pointed its grey ears
I watched it
It watched me sorrowfully
As if it knew its fate
It made no move
The ladle banged on it
It screamed with pain
I’m sorry that it was
A victim of dirty dishes


Saša Milivojev