it smelled like hemlock, like steamy vinegar
the broken rabbit
on the apple trunk
the tomcat was rolling in the grass red, juicy eyes
I was a child watching the axe, crippled neck,
through the fence
my hunger needed to be hidden
back home I was to strain and stretch
a very tall, green skilly
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Published on e-Stories.org on 02/26/2010.