Deer House
Then someone dumped a dead baby cow
in the desert. In the beginning, to lie there
long enough holding my breath was to be
able to lie with anything.
There would always be the terrible things
the humidity did to poor people and poor
people’s linoleum.
the humidity did to poor people and poor
people’s linoleum.
There would always be the father deer
in the distance discovering his next meal
and taking his own life.
in the distance discovering his next meal
and taking his own life.
