The Lull

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The possum lay on the tracks fully dead.I'm the kind of person who stops to look.It was big and white with flies on its head,a thick healthy hairless tail, and strong, hookednails on its raccoonlike feet. It was a full-grown possum. It was sturdy and adult.Only its head was smashed. In the lullthat it took to look, you took the time to insultthe corpse, the flies, the world, the fact that we weretraipsing in our dress shoes down the railroad tracks."That's disgusting." You said that. Dreams, brains, fur,and guts: what we are. That's my bargain, the PaxPeacock, with the world. Look hard, life's soft. Life's cacheis flesh, flesh, and flesh.

© Peacock Molly