Gris-Gris, an online journal of literature, culture & the arts

Before the Divorce

by Jose Araguz

 

When afraid

he would think of it

in terms of a fable:

 

each evening,

the boy turns

and puts his hands

 

over his ears,

closes his eyes

and tries again

 

to stop the night,

to stop the teeth

of the key

 

running across those

of the lock, his heart

jumping,

 

a mouse cramped

and scratching

at the walls.