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



a mouse cramped

and scratching

at the walls.