Road Kill Sister

An angry cake thrown at your pearl trimmed chest Flinched and broke on your new car

Driving upset on wooded turns Tire tracks from your Vandalized convertible carved frosting in the road kill Sweet little pinks and blues on a rabbit’s intestines

Too late in the year to turn back but you know licking animal fuzz tastes like a birthday cake you had when your sister felt sick and the mental flow was all over the carpet Your mother’s frantic petting Of that sick, damp head Left your father to bake just back from a hunt bloody hands mingled with store bought batter a cake topped in gristle made your birthday come with shivers

You didn’t go back to see If the taste of her sickness was left with the crows

by micala smith