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Nest Egg

BY MERYL DEPASQUALE

 

Numbers never tell you
of their animal mysteries. They materialize
like deer abreast the underpass
and vanish scarcely glimpsed,
tuft and chrome.

Instinctively you count themtwo doe
and a fawn, a buck
in the distanceas if
they’d eat straight from your palms.

Even with the weasel, you yearn
to stroke his rodent belly, slick back
those rounded ear flaps.
Whiskers gone in stretches
of seconds. The slip of pheasants
from tall grasses, wings
tipped to air.

You’re behind
in mortgage payments and slip
on the bills the postman shoves through your slot
like so many noisy birds.
Maybe you’ve been dressed and served.

 

 

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Meryl DePasquale lives in Fort Collins, Colorado. She is the author of the chapbook Dream of a Perfect Interface (Dancing Girl Press, 2013). Her poems have appeared in DIAGRAM, Handsome Journal, Interim Magazine, Konundrum Engine Literary Review, Paper Darts, and Taurpaulin Sky Literary Journal, among other places. In collaboration with her husband, tattoo artist and illustrator Shawn Hebrank, she makes letterpress broadsides, mail art, and artist books under the name Four-Letter Press. She is a member of the Caldera Poetry Collective and volunteers at Wolverine Farm Publishing. More information is available at meryldepasquale.com.