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Poems

1The possum lay on the tracks fully dead.

2I'm the kind of person who stops to look.

3It was big and white with flies on its head,

4a thick healthy hairless tail, and strong, hooked

5nails on its raccoonlike feet. It was a full-

6grown possum. It was sturdy and adult.

7Only its head was smashed. In the lull

8that it took to look, you took the time to insult

9the corpse, the flies, the world, the fact that we were

10traipsing in our dress shoes down the railroad tracks.

11"That's disgusting." You said that. Dreams, brains, fur,

13Peacock, with the world. Look hard, life's soft. Life's cache

14is flesh, flesh, and flesh.

12] Pax: peace (Latin). Back to Line