eye contact
with a dead deer
on the side of the highway
his eyes were open
facing oncoming traffic
neither happy nor sad
just dead
face intact
a mangled cute
because I don’t find deer
particularly cute
nor useful when alive
(here I am
another man
valuing appearance
as commodity)
but I don’t want
to kill them
I am on my way
to see my underpaid
overworked partner
on memorial day
passing cop
after waiting
cop
and I swear
there are
more carcasses
than usual
in the tall grass
(originally published in In Parentheses, Spring 2020)