I have been watching a man
at the bottom of the garden
dig up claws. Fossilized claws.
From voles I think. Each one is shaped
like a crooked tear and I am saving string,
piercing vole's claws,
'til comma by comma by comma
I shall have a necklace.
Boil water. Dip the necklace in.
Strange soup for all.
Hear Scott Murphy read 'A Receipt'