I don't know

what this means, or why I'm posting it here. But I feel like it.

Writing in the Lab as I Wait for the Gels I Screwed Up to Finish Solidifying

There are rats on top of the computer. Plastic
ones--gray and black, with their tails hanging over
onto the screen and reaching down into
all my words as I write them.

I squeezed one, and
I swear I could feel the
warm thump of its
chest in-between
my fingers as his lungs
opened and closed.