#mouse child

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The Mouse Child dines on crumbs left by the bread board, takes baths in a teacup, and sleeps in my left shoe….

Washed in the River by Beckian Fritz Goldberg

Of course the woman with the mouse–child was famous, as grace is famous a rarity

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 rubies

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.

Ah, but Anaïs Nin disagrees.

"Stories are the only enchantment possible," she says, "for when we begin to see our suffering as a story, we are saved.”