little
girl
from Sperryville.
even at ten
she wore
black
and had make up on
like Morticia.
when her gerbil died,
all the kids gathered
around
and placed
little Sam
into a shoe box,
then took
him out
to the back of the yard
for a burial
service.
but the girl,
said,
why are we doing this,
why don't
we eat him.
that way he'll be a part
of us
instead of rotting
in the ground.
my mother has a great
recipe
for roadkill.
we ignored her
and continued on.
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