Squirrel
Sharon DolinSquirrel
after Meret Oppenheim
Call me shade-tail
attached though mine is
to this foam-covered
amber beer glass.
What derangement
you have wrought
upon my body
since you've de-tailed
me—no way to scatter-hoard
nuts and seeds
in caches underground.
Now tell me, what feature
of yours attaches
to what translucent body—
outlandish coupling—
that transmutes you?