Shae Foley

Iowa on Tuesday.

Crows pick at roadkill outside the window
and you
under prayers of hospital sheets.
The eternal opossum.

The flock picked the carcass clean
and flew over your face.

A cornfield in winter
abandoned between seasons.

Walk a mile in his eyes, 
his spleen,
his kidney.

I will never
forgive your liver
out in the world.

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