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Jennifer Hill-Kaucher
 

 

 
She held want in a box
scattershot with pinpricks.
Soon want gnawed a hole
and found itself in a cage
with shavings and water
that dripped from a metal teat.
Her mother moaned -
   You cannot keep wild things.
She built a maze for it,
astonished her brother with want's
long memory for underplot.
At night she kneaded its paws,
stroked its whiskers and let it scavenge
and dance through her covenant
of bedsheets. 

 


 

 

 

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