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Ridin’ a Ringtail Possum

.”.. A ringtail possum, cat-nervous, scurries along the powerline to the mango tree, in thrall to the scent that, in the full light of day —It is nocturnal by nature— “

link: https://stygian-muse.com/day-possum/

I would love it if I could relate this possum, without playing possum, to the simple story I attempt to tell,

A beautiful young woman, Adair, leaves her loving Nebraska family and community to go to NYC. There, she meets a woman named Ghislaine.

The truth is, I don’t relate to this possum, any which way. Not to my story, not to my soul, not to my heart, or to my better self.

I want to know why.

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  1. Stef Avatar
    Stef

    Hi—thanks for reading. You’ve quoted most of my poem “Day-Possum.” That exceeds fair use for poetry.
    Please either remove the poem or trim to ≤4 lines with full credit + link: https://stygian-muse.com/day-possum/. Example excerpt that’s okay: “It seizes a mango with both paws… / …only mango.”
    Could you update within 48 hours? Otherwise I’ll ask WordPress to remove it.

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    1. yusefasabiyah Avatar
      yusefasabiyah

      Thanks for holding me to account, but especially for giving me a generous 48 hours to mend my ways.

      Do you guys have the saying, “playing possum”?

      You have so dang many marsupials over there.

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    2. yusefasabiyah Avatar
      yusefasabiyah

      You’ve got to remember I don’t know how to log-in to your poems. I like your poem, but partly that’s because, from my location in space and time, it is esoteric and exotic. I’ve known a possum or two, and each time, these possums were playing possum. Literally. They were scared shitless, and pretending to be dead. I, as a human, could see they weren’t dead. I could see they were panting. Okay, so that’s possums. Now about mangoes. I never ate a mango until I went to a very impoverished country, where nevertheless, I myself got to eat mangoes. Not many, but I did get to eat them. You live in a place where there are mango trees, and you can, disinterestedly, observe a ringtail possum — in BROAD DAYLIGHT — sneak into the mango tree and steal mango, green mango. Still, that doesn’t justify me violating fair use and stealing from you — … —

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