My four year-old has bruised his foot

Jared Pearce

When he fell he snapped
The mouse of his foot
On the threshold and all
Night has nibbled on pain,

The soft tissue swollen like a crumb.
Jammed in that trap,
Unable to scamper or squeeze out,
He moans, his eye darts,

He dashes himself in his nest.
Confronting the burrow
Of his bones, the scurry
His mortality makes,

Makes a long night —
A dark, lonesome night.