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.