commentary | poetry | fiction | chicago | spring 2008  
Eating | Amy Groshek

Skin the squirrel 
as soon as it hits the ground. 
Clip off the clawed paws 
before the cold 
can pull them into fists. 
Cut off the head with the tail 
or it will smile, then grimace, 
as you peel the hide, 
socklike, from the body. 
Then fold the limbs, 
and curl the cooling 
body into sleep. 
The meat may go to stew 
a handless, headless wrestle 
of childlike limbs, 
but it must not wear the rigor 
of hope’s bright leap. 

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