squirrel meat 

don't tell me you're not a carnivore.
i saw you with a disaster 
in your mouth crawling
up the ankle of a fresh god.
sometimes i will go to the market
just to see my insides.
me, the cow walking towards
the bolt. do you know that's how
they do it? an axis through 
the brain? the earth itself
is the skull of a devoured calf. 
two-hearted beasts in their caverns.
i was once a survival. i crouched
in the throat of a mammoth.
the creature told me 
"if you hold still we will
find ourselves in a museum."
my people have fingers that turn
into birds. my people have
shake the walruses for their manna.
i will tell the truth. the squirrels
taste like gold. they are full
of coins & televisions.
who knew so much could fit
inside such a tiny body.
i say, "you know we 
are animals?" & the room 
runs away from itself. i saw
a tree of eyes. "oftentimes"
is my favorite crutch word 
to get me to say something
that is always true. there is 
always meat. i went strawberry picking
& found each fruit beating
like heart. blood on my fingers.
the squirrels, like messengers,
delivering a gospel of seeds.