the squirrels in the backyard
sit in the low branches of the
redwood trees with their freshly
plucked citrus globes, which
they split in half and consume
one part at a time, hollowing
out the peel to the pith before
moving on to the other side —
occasionally, a squirrel will drop
her orange bowl with a juicy
thwump and we will watch one
another, a human hollowed out with
missing and a squirrel plump with
having.
-rjm
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