Mostly the Last Thing

Poetry | Zebulon Huset

I love you like that racoon mom

loves her mate, foraging in dumpsters

for organic whatever. Sure, he’s

not just running to the corner store

and yeah, she’s got five babies

clinging to her stomach as she hisses

at me while I pass. But you

had a chocolate chip cookie craving

and if this is my dragon, my gentle 

Lady of Second Street, I’ll charge

the 7-11 castle, I’ll dumpster dive

for orange peel and coffee grounds.

Returning with plastic-wrapped spoils,

I’ll tell you about the racoon family

and you won’t think it’s weird.