Space like Hands
by Chloe N. Clark
you know they found a chupacabra
not far from where I live
and the body, because it was only
a body lost of life not living still,
made the newspapers, at least
the local ones with the letters
to the editor always about school
assemblies and church parking
lots. It seemed so tiny
in the photo like a mouse
baby dropped from its nest
but the caption claimed it bigger.
I wondered what the skin
of a chupacabra might feel like—
leathery or soft as bat wings
and the inside of dog ears.
Later the laboratory examining
the remains declared it was only
a malnourished raccoon and they
destroyed
the body.
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Chloe N. Clark is a current MFA candidate in Creative Writing & Environment. Her poetry and fiction has appeared such places as Rosebud, Supernatural Tales, Prick of the Spindle, and more. She wishes she were a magician most days and bakes cakes the rest of the time. She can be found on Twitter @PintsNCupcakes
