Choosing the Animals
By Dariel Suarez
She preferred bees,
their small bodies, delicate wings,
desperate buzzing.
I would help her gather handfuls
in a jar she’d found on the street.
I could never look
when she dissected them,
laid them out on a flat board
like specimens
and smiled triumphantly
at the sight.
One afternoon I brought her
two brown lizards
and she frowned.
They disgust me, she said.
I lifted the lizards
to each of my earlobes
and let them bite.
I shook my head as they dangled,
their bodies slapping
against my cheeks.
I’ll bring you a piece of thread, she said.
We’ll hang them from a fence.
Later, as we chased beetles
and experienced our first love,
I learned her aunt used to drown
newborn puppies in a metal bucket
as they came out of their mother.
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