Ferrets
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From where they flourish in the night before
unable to stay unbred, they turn up dwarf

and dusky, primary as current and coil
in nested suburban explosion. Under stairs

by idiot light. At the tip of an abscess where god forms.
How you conduct your habit is up to you.

I have dragged you to where I can’t care.
Memory, muscle, browse of fur

and sidelong, sizing eye—
a single animal, over again, residual in snow.

 

From The Mending Worm by Joan Houlihan, 2006

New Issues Poetry & Prose, Western Michigan University, Dept. of English,
1903 W. Michigan Ave., Kalamazoo, MI 49008-5331
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