Flumes Volume 2: Issue 1, Summer 2017 - Page 41

The Throes of Womanly Intuition, C. Light

The Raccoon Abroad

by Wren Tuatha

The raccoon abroad

washes her catch in bourbon

before she eats.

She struts to bass beats

and looks about. Shiny things

are everywhere.

She gypsies and swings

and his eyes are the skyest

blue, faceted, yet with

no refraction of feeling.

A chainsaw clutch can be

the sweetest ringing bell,

held by the fingertip gently,

and the raccoon abroad

can play the woman of

mystery, revealing

choice shiny things of her own