Deer Blood
Deer Blood
“One got away,” he said.
“What’s wrong with that? she asked.
“It didn’t get away
completely.”
Blood spots,
snow in patches,
hoof prints:
tracked her by flashlight
to where she fell
beneath a scrubby oak.
Opened her belly–
my daughter climbed from the innards.
We washed her body, wrapped
her in a blanket, set her nursing.
A large unblinking eye
follows me now:
red line between the legs—
touched her forehead:
spot of blood,
ground corn.
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