When I first moved to upstate New York, my chest pummelled at the sight of a flattened squirrel, the legs of a deer criss-crossed in polarising angles, a raccoon, only identified by its stripes under a pile of blood & gravel. When I failed to swerve enough out of the way for an opossum, a jagged bump confirming my crime, I felt as if I would never breathe again. At the side of the road ahead, I cried into the phone to a man I used to love who said: you’ll get used to it.
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When I first moved to upstate New York, my chest pummelled at the sight of a flattened squirrel, the legs of a deer criss-crossed in polarising angles, a raccoon, only identified by its stripes under a pile of blood & gravel. When I failed to swerve enough out of the way for an opossum, a jagged bump confirming my crime, I felt as if I would never breathe again. At the side of the road ahead, I cried into the phone to a man I used to love who said: you’ll get used to it.