Treasure Island

Jefferson Carter


The Mummy


THE MUMMY

Wrapped in my blue & white striped
100% Egyptian cotton bed sheet
I skulk in the vestibule. What a word–
ves.ti.bule, the last syllable
like breathing on a mirror. I overheard
two girls laughing about their teacher
arrested taking out the garbage
in his underwear. I say more power
to him. I’ll say to those girls the night
I catch them, have a little mercy.
Mercy, a word that sounds
like someone swallowing flowers.

Submitted: Thursday, April 24, 2014

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