Spoiled Milk

by Erin Emily Ann Vance

The film turns a leaky yellow
like weathered and sweaty silk

I drink it from a fox skull
a nectar of putrid humours
to calm the nerves
to slow the creak

I lick the fat teeth of the sick heifer.

The wolves whisper of the dead,
they tell me, ‘there’s nothing more we can do for you’
the milk won’t help it's only as

nourishing as borax

the seal births a new calf
and I grind the dried vernix
into muesli

a breast was drained today
one that was not mine but that belonged to the trees
I regret all of it.

Spoiled Milk + Wet Specimen is out of print from The Blasted Tree Store

Featured by The Blasted Tree: June 15, 2018

Erin Emily Anne Vance

Contributing Author

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Spoiled Milk by Erin Emily Ann Vance is a Blasted Tree original poem

Edition of 50 leaflets published in Canada

Feature image by Kyle Flemmer - Bat image from Château de La Rochefoucauld en Angoumois by E. Bauhain & J. Godefroy, 1893 (Courtesy of the British Library).