the deer hunter...

…the deer hunter

there was a snap-echo
and i fell to my knees
after a pithy pause.

what i recall were all
these little crackles,
restless,
beneath leaves
and body
and frozen grass
in concert with my
thick wet exhales,
-wheezing.

i should have worn orange…
it was deer season.

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