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Tatiana Marshal: Wash Ya Hands You Dirty Bitch
Tatiana Marshal: Wash Ya Hands You Dirty Bitch
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Garret 2020
Casualties
Wheels against the concrete, our butts against the seats; we’re almost home
Then… Clunk
It wasn’t the kids fighting or a walnut hitting the trunk.
It wasn’t our neighbor’s car backfire or another flat tire.
But then what?
The pallbearer is my brother, who decides that a shovel will do the trick.
With all prudence and gall, he goes to lift the body-- but he can’t
Determined, he goes at it again with a little less prudence and a running start
All he manages is to slide our bloodied prey down the driveway, leaving streaks on the
concrete
The next attempt is to trap this dripping mess on the lip of the curb. Drip, drip, drip
“Get underneath it and scoop it up” I yell
Well, he never really listened to me anyway because instead of scooping, he’s now flinging
the now widespread dead sac of beans
But you know what, that lucky squirrel does what everyone dreams of: it flies.
Through the sky, over the neighbors’ droopy smiles, spraying what’s left of it’s vitals like a
crop duster in the sunset.
Nora Sjue
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