Tell me all the things you’d miss
If you’re asleep—note—if you’re not awake,
wide eyes, you could miss—there is much.
The hefty rat, its rot, right eye, steady steel
& gray body upturned & turned in on itself,
the glue trap’s coffin & concrete grave
on Audubon’s quietest 8:20 am street. Just
face & tail taunting world. Avert her eyes,