ALPHABET SOUP

staccato conversation on

our walk to preschool

 

first observe the dead rat

laid out in the gutter

long tail ribbed like a worm skin

 

next pass the bat

pinned to the ground

by gravity’s inevitability

 

then the carcass of a cat

and the howl of a man crumpled in the gutter

his lover hovering unable to cross grief’s divide

 

return to the rattatattat of our conversation

rat bat cat rat cat bat

 

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