Black Bears
I carry a cigarette burn
From the ride to Vermont one night
The driver flicked it back
And it became trapped in my dress
We were looking for a black bear
We saw one, huge, man eating,
And made out of wood at the “Welcome” center
One time I thought I saw one
But it was just a boy in costume
And he was running and growling through the yard
While his parents sat on the steps laughing
Sometimes I want to smother myself in honey
And lie down under a bird feeder
Or maybe leave the garbage on the porch
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