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Time Chasing Tail

  • Writer: Sam Milochik
    Sam Milochik
  • May 8, 2025
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jan 27

My dog ate the rattlesnake skin off my dresser.

I framed what was left of it years less than

The possum in the yard, during sun up. 

My mom said it was harmed.

Some infection, some disease. 

Something rabid, 

Something so much greater than me. 


Like blood kept in meat.

Held like sky to the sea.

Unattached to me. 

Unchanged by me.

Unfazed by me. 

Dissimilar to the land to my feet.

Or my back to the sheets, 

All frayed by me.


I later told you "The only way you’d see through me is if you cut me open", 

And you did, you did me right.

Split me into thirds like in the bible you read. 

A sick trinity, you made of me.


And so the wind moved right through me.

Bullets passed right through me. 

And time chased its ugly tail,

All right through me.



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