I watch a squirrel get run over by a car on my walk to work. She is lying dead in the street and still has an acorn in her little hands. I am amazed at how she is able to hold on to her acorn after being tumbled like that, after bouncing so high off the street. I walk over to the squirrel and see that her face is blown to bits and looks like uncased sausage spilling onto the asphalt. But that acorn is still so tight in her hands. I pick her up by her tail, take off my dress shirt and swaddle her in it, then put her in my bag. I know right where she is as I walk into work, everybody looking at me, everybody asking me about my shirtlessness. The world is as steady as if it were sewn into the skin of the universe.
Zachary Schomburg, "Squirrel Problem" from Fjords vol. 1. Copyright © 2012 by Zachary Schomburg. Reprinted by permission of Black Ocean.
Source: Fjords vol. 1
(Black Ocean, 2012)
Poems by Zachary Schomburg