The Scud Man, Anna Fullmer

He stays in the downstairs unit

of our should-be-condemned house

with a slumped Rottweiler named Charles.

They both look like living taxidermy.

Scud Man hangs and drains

a deer carcass in our driveway.

He makes me soup from its heart.

He leaves me food in the hallway.

He stands outside my apartment door.

He has a look in his eye.

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Anna E. Fullmer is a Library Assistant at Cleveland Public Library in the Youth Department, slinging story times and songs about the ABCs. She sings in a band and misses playing shows. She writes songs, poems, and to-do lists. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Averse Magazine, FEED, and Dreams Walking. She offers editorial services for Versification's THE REJECTS. Twitter @anna_fullmer