i don’t know why i looked back
at that possum in the road.
the body looked whole, so it
wasn’t for the gruesome factor.
night creatures intrigue me.
but what i saw was a wide open
mouth, bright red and stretched—
almost inside out—as if caught mid-
shriek. i’ve never seen a mouth like
that; it didn’t belong in the sun: it took
over its body like it was fighting to
hold on to this life with its tiny jaws,
with every last thing it had.