Squashing Squirrels, or, My Weird Love For Roadkill Poetry, or, I've Been Too Sarcastic Lately.

In Response to a Comment About My Talent For Reciting Poems About Roadkill, And My Realization That I Would Probably Die If I Ever Ran A Squirrel Over...

On my bicycle one day
whipping through the wilderness
of outer Essex street
I squashed
a squirrel
under my skinny street tire.
I have always wondered
what might happen to
the acorns
stashed in the squirrels
cheeks
when it is flattened along the road.
I found my answer
and with rain dripping from my eyeballs,
I peddled on
with acorn bits on my tires.