First Night in the New House, a poem by Michael Channing

First Night in the New House

by Michael Channing

Because the furnace was broken,
we turned on the oven,
and the family of mice
that lived beneath the stove
were broiled alive.
The stench drove us outside
to shiver in the January frost,
huddled beneath a tree
like a family of mice.

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Chokes and Warbles
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Chokes and Warbles, a collection of essays and poems by Michael Channing

January 17, 2025