← v8n2, Fall 2009
Poetry · Volume 8, Number 2

Monosonnet for Rodents, Interrupted

The

Exterminator

Said,

“You

Don't

Have

Rats,

Sir,

I’ve only found three skeletons and a cluster of fur. No, I don’t think you’re paranoid. I believe that you’ve heard rodent noise. I think you’re still playing host for those pests. I still think they’re making their nests, but, sir, I’ve been down a lot of holes, and a lot of rats have been down my shirts, and you need to be told the facts. You don’t have rats;

You’ve

Got

The

Ghosts

Of

Rats.”