written By
A mouse bought a franchise
and stocked it with
tomatoes, lettuce, pickles,
and a three cheese blend.
Then he set mousey traps
for humans.
* The title is a variation on a line from “The Emperor of Ice-Cream” by Wallace Stevens.
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Kenton K. Yee recently placed poetry in Constellations, Plume Poetry, The Threepenny Review, Rattle, South Dakota Review, The South Carolina Review, Hollins Critic, LIGEIA Magazine, and Pembroke Magazine, among others. An Iowa Summer Poetry Workshop alumnus, he writes from Northern California and reads poetry for The Adroit Journal.
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