It’s only a third of the way to the
Creamery.
And a fifth of the way to the church
But when I stopped to check on the dead raccoon
It was already half lit so I let it be.
It’s paws, dim and sharp
Stretched towards the sole of my shoe as if to
Yell
‘Hey, asshole
…give me that grilled cheese and suck my diiiiiiickkk.’
I kicked it away and it rolled to one side before coming back to it’s original position. Swollen with dead gas and probably the neighbors tampons and soda cans,
I think I heard it burp.