I.
I have squirrels for shoulders --
Twittering and beady, they keep an eye
On the rabbits that are my shoes.
The lesser gods of the
Pre-Christian world would often display
Their attributes like a badge or a scar -- I'm just claiming my due.
II.
A statue of Saint Francis --
the cathedrals open their mouths and
swallow the animals on the day that bears my name --
swish them around and
spit them out.
III.
A cat curls
Fat at my feet.
Animals can
Sense where their bread is buttered,
Even if the butter is stone.
Daniel Lupkin is a writer and a student at Sarah Lawrence College.
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