#68 - Jenny Gets Earache

That day, the escritoire
had a cat in it.

She interpreted this,
incorrectly,

as a sign she was due
to come into some money.

Later, as she stooped
for bills on the mat,

the throbbing started,
sort of like sonar;

she tilted her head,
twizzled a cottonbud -

beetles exited in a black,
crackling tide.