Of course the woman with the mouse–child was famous,
as grace is famous
at the end of suffering. She kept him in
a nest in the dry bathtub
and washed in the river.
And though only children were meant
to believe this, I still believe this.
The fate of the body
is to confound
itself with everything. That's why
in another tale, the fair sister
opened her mouth and spoke
and the plain sister, vipers and toads.
Meanwhile the mother
of the gray thing
bathed him in a teacup.
Plucked him out and let him
run along the shore
to the window. Where both of them
were struck with longing—
he behind the great glass,
she behind the gray boy.
The second you see yourself in the suffering
the story's over.
Beckian Fritz Goldberg