Stephen Morse
1/14/1945 – 1/16/2010

flattened skunks
by Stephen Morse, 2008

riding in 1952
in my uncle’s chevrolet
he stopped
saying, “take a deep breath
some day there
won’t be any
dead skunks
left to smell”

Uncle Vic later
sat on his white couch
in front of the white drapes
in his snow white livingroom
put a shotgun in his mouth
and somehow pulled the
trigger

Vic had gallons of silver dollars
three perfect
strange daughters
Diana Lee
Susan Lee
Barbara Lee

and knew the
dead skunks smell
we all did.

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