Have you ever stopped on the street to chat with a squirrel? Maybe just to see how close you can get before they scamper away? Sometimes I just watch them run the telephone wires, those little acrobats. If you've ever seen a tall woman with curly hair, most likely wearing a backpack and a dress, standing on the sidewalk staring at the sky, that was probably me, and I was probably actually watching a squirrel.
In fact, I love squirrels so much, that I wrote a story about them. Sort of. It's also about my grandmother, and it started as a poem in the style of James Tate, but I submitted it last year to both my poetry prof (with line breaks) and my fiction prof/thesis advisor (sans line breaks), and my thesis advisor liked it more, so it became a short story. In fact, it got published on Monkeybicycle.net a little while ago. Check it out!
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