I’m Busting Out
I’m busting out, says the last test-taker
to the proctor before disappearing
between the greenhouses, gone native
with the squirrels. He speeds through
a condo complex where two men
fish a possum from the pool.
The possum’s nose is almost piglike
and therefore almost human.
Across the street a woman picks up
and smells every wreath on display.
Worse yet, she tastes them too.
There’s something over-caffeinated
about the holidays. The boy plucks
the sweetest tendon from the ham bone.
He’s waited a long time for this, yes,
but I’ve seen others wait just as long
for ice cream on a week night.