GRANOLA
making granola today and remembering
the Joshua Tree mouse with a taste for it
so strong he chewed through a ziplock bag in the trunk of the car
we left the doors flung open on our mushroom trip
while laughing at ants or making math problems from
warning signs throughout the campsite “1 gallon of water per person per hour”
so if you have 5 people for 6 hours how many gallons do you need?
then laughing like children in the back of math class again
though there was no one there to hear or chastise us
sobered up the next day we traveled home
and the mouse traveled north with us at least to Oregon
where we discovered the hole in the granola ziplock
then the bag of chips then a rice-like turd under the seat
we got home for winter and Emily got pregnant and I started
my first real job and fell in love in a new way and
suddenly everything was
unrecognizable
the way I had dreamed of
a mouse
the same mouse?
ate snacks it found
in the car and made a nest on the engine
the little turds trailing under the hood
I cleaned and left peppermint oil sprinkled around to urge it off
which conveniently was also supposed to help my migraines
and eventually it was gone
I started making granola monthly after that trip
newly convinced it was worth it
until everything changed again
and now it’s been over a year
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