Dreaming in MSG
Little feet brushing my tongue
first clue something besides chicken
swims in my curry, I pull the mouse
fetus out of my mouth, it falls beneath
the table and is lost before I can wrap
napkin shroud around the evidence
closer inspection reveal more in the bowl
all escape my spoon, pink, naked,
little tails like question marks swirl
down to the bottom, swim
to the mother carcass, her mouth
curled in a snarl, in a scream
