Taxidermy

Taxidermy
by Marie Gordon
I slide my knife
Under your fur
Silky and groomed
Sweet weasel
What will I make
Out of your pelt
Maybe a hat
Or a scarf
What do you think
Beady-eyed worm
How do you sleep
So soundly
Do you recall
Your last moments
Taut in my grip
Did you fear
How you squirmed
Little deer
In the headlights
Wide-eyed fiend
Weasel, you’ve stitched
Your final scheme
Woven and dried
Sweet weasel
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