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Published in Poetry Northwest<\/em>, March 2018.<\/p>\n With your one eye, your only eye, at a safe distance, you bat ***<\/p>\n The week of the Champions League Final, three times you front door. I took it to mean Messi and score.<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n Every morning around five: motherfucker. I wonder if you\u2019ll ever ***<\/p>\n In Vietnam I think they would\u2019ve called Severed rat tails by the bunch saving rice crops.<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n With a gob of turkey fat in your mouth Mighty hunter. The other cats never <\/p>\n Rats can scuttle; they can also T\u1ed9i Nghi\u1ec7p, cat Published in Poetry Northwest, March 2018. With your one eye, your only eye, at a safe distance, you bat at your sister, making contact just above her eyeliner. *** The week of the Champions League Final, three times you snuck past me through the front door. I took it to mean […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":8422,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":34,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1110"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/8422"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1110"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1110\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1207,"href":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1110\/revisions\/1207"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1110"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nat your sister, making contact just
\nabove her eyeliner.<\/p>\n
\nsnuck past me through the<\/p>\n
\nwould steal behind United\u2019s back four<\/p>\n
\na few pill bottles, the Ott-Lite, a coffee
\nmug. Crepuscular<\/p>\n
\nlet me get to six a.m.<\/p>\n
\nyou little tiger. I think you would\u2019ve made
\nsome farmer a little money.<\/p>\n
\nyou leap down off
\nthe counter.<\/p>\n
\ntake their eyes off you.<\/p>\nScuttle<\/h2>\n
\nbound. But unlike squirrels,
\nwho also bound, rats scatter
\nmuch faster when a human
\nsuddenly interjects itself
\nand makes a scene, revealing fruit
\nsprinkled naked at the curb.
\nSquirrels, when they scatter
\nand reach a safe distance,
\nslow their bound, like a train
\nfading into a station, welcomed by
\na scuttle on the drum\u2014stage
\nintroduction for the rodent\u2019s
\nscuttle across the lawn
\nbefore bounding, becoming
\nflexibly upright and entering
\nflight and landing for its
\nclimb up the skinny trunk
\nof a crabapple tree.
\n <\/p>\nDuy\u00a0Doan (Poetry ’10) is the author of\u00a0We Play a Game<\/em>, winner of the 2017 Yale Series of Younger Poets Prize. His work has appeared in\u00a0Poetry,\u00a0 Poetry\u00a0Northwest,\u00a0Slate<\/em>,
\nTriQuarterly<\/em>, and elsewhere.<\/h5>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"