no badly timed reflection

No Badly Timed Reflection

Anyone is free to request a different identity at any time.

A little animal (she couldn’t guess of what sort it was),

a list of preachers of various denominations,

and the two creatures, who had been jumping about like

this cornball part where they sit in this kind of spaceship

like a steam-engine when she caught it, and kept doubling.

Could be a gold mine of war info.

Or maybe there's no obligations now

with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of

four jawbreakers and a Slim Jim and your

little pattering of footsteps in the distance.

Well, everybody sees you're blown apart,

and twice that night I had to step into a closet and

the Mouse had changed his mind, and was coming

to their actual death site and

would, in the after-time, be herself.