The mouse in my pocket isn’t mine
But I can keep it for awhile.
It is lovely, I can pet it.
It feels like Alfred’s chubby lips.
Was that a mouse in my pocket?
I don’t remember it.
One time I thought I had a fire on my leg.
Now just watch me writhe, walking my body.
(from Peaches and Bats 3)
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