A Woman's Middle-Age Crisis

Comments Off 20 August 2012

The electrician finished screwing
the exhaust fan to the bathroom ceiling.
They sure don’t leave you much room with these wires, he said.
She wasn’t sure what that meant.
I didn’t see any signs of squirrel or mouse up there, he said.
There might be a hole under the roof though. They like to get in
and make their nests there. It’s that time of the year.
Wonderful, she thought. She had been up most of the night listening
to scratching and rustling noises
coming from the closet with the hot water heater. She couldn’t see past
the washing machine though. She put a couple of traps
and some poisoned bait
on the floor in there this morning,
but the sounds continued
until the electrician showed up.
Later, she stared at the holes
around the edges of the fan’s screen.
He had cut a rectangle into the ceiling
though the fan was an oval.
The creature’s clawing and scrabbling began again.
She lived alone. There was no one to call.
She sat on the bed with the lights on,
listening for the sound of a trap springing.

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This post was written by Patricia Hanahoe-Dosch who has written 1 posts on Atticus Review.

Patricia Hanahoe-Dosch is an Associate Professor of English at Harrisburg Area Community College, Lancaster campus. She holds an MFA from the University of Arizona. Her poems have been published in Confrontation, The Red River Review, San Pedro River Review, Red Ochre Lit, Nervous Breakdown, The Poetry Super Highway, Quantum Poetry Magazine, The Paterson Literary Review, Abalone Moon, Switched-on Gutenberg, and Paterson: The Poets’ City (an anthology edited by Maria Mazziotti Gillan), among others. Her book of poems, Fleeing Back, will be published by FutureCycle Press in May 2013.