you see a fat
raccoon
in the trash
at the end
of the cul
de sac.
she rises
with an apple
in her hand.
eating.
she bares her
teeth and
gives you a
hiss. it reminds
you a of a girl
you used
to be related
to by marriage.
slowly, you back
away just like
you used to do
back in the day.
Friday, March 1, 2013
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