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Deer Brother

i told you not to drink from the first spring
and you did not become a tiger
i told you not to drink from the second spring
and you did not become a wolf
you would not listen to me when i told you not to drink from the third spring
and you became a deer
your eyes are still big and brown lined with long lashes
your fur is the burnished color that was once your hair
your hooves and tail never make me forget that we once shared a womb

you live with me in the thatched cottage in the woods
i wreathe you in columbine and primrose
we eat our nuts and berries
we drink our fill from the stream outside our door
no witch has poisoned it with the spell of beasts
you no longer speak but in the evenings rest your head upon my knee
and gambol in the redwood trees by day
briefly forgetting the grief that you are not a boy

i worry for your safety when you roam
but i cannot control you any more
than when you dipped your face to the third spring
the silver water tainted, bewitched but oh so sweet
and tasting of wild mint

i know there are hunters in these woods
in orange vests and with big guns
once i dreamed of a little girl
younger than i, with metal on her teeth and a big buck bleeding in her lap
in the back of a truck
her face was as depraved as our stepmother's
and i wonder if it was she, visiting me with the reminder
that she cursed that spring
and took my twin from me

but no matter the danger
someday we will venture forth from these woods, brother
we cannot live alone forever
a girl and her deer
i grow thirsty for a young man's love
as you for that water
i understand you now

for human hands on my throat
i would risk becoming an animal, becoming a ghost





Comments

  • starwhisper Thursday, 30 August 2012

    05. i’m certain i am becoming more transparent, re...

    05.i’m certain i am becoming moretransparent, receding into the lightevery inch of my body scourgeduntil the universe absorbs me,covers me in lush green,forces my skin to grow plump berries.deer pluck food from my aching body.before they devour me,you my love can have this floweri grew it for you

  • francescalia Friday, 24 August 2012

    wow anon!

    wow anon!

  • Ashley Elizabeth Thursday, 23 August 2012

    #5 If I lived in the forest I'd be scared...

    #5 If I lived in the forest I'd be scared of twilight because when that moon rises, I can barely see it and it's so dark, so dark, that I feel suffocated isolated, a deer-- the target--and though he sleeps in the bed beside me, it is quiet, too quiet, and I'm afraid of hearing your voice dancing through the trees my cottage isn't built for three But walls mean nothing to you.

  • Anonymous Thursday, 23 August 2012

    Death of a Three Point Buck Daughter the weak do ...

    Death of a Three Point BuckDaughter the weak do not live long in this world,So do not give thought that an hour beforedoe and fawn were foraging the forest floorFor shoots and seedlings of eastern hemlock While that buck stood watch over themHead raised, neck muscles taut like ropes tethered to the hulls of shipsto keep them safe from a brutal storm,lie quiet with meIn this tree stand twenty-five feet abovethe underbrush,Sight that buck and squeeze the trigger, be that storm Now baby girl.

  • Teddi Thursday, 23 August 2012

    she had no eyes she couldn't see only holes em...

    she had no eyesshe couldn't seeonly holesempty white spaceswhere her eyes should have beena way for her to feel strongso they had to be weaka way for her to gain powerover something defenselessshe wanted victoryand in her twisted mind she got itis this what happiness looks like?once there was a boybut now he's a manit was before i knew himhe told me the story of how a deer looked into his eyes,& then he pulled the triggerbecause someone else told him or expected him toi can't remember if he said he criedbut at that momentwhen he did something he felt was wronghe decided it would be the last timehe couldn't do it againit hurt him far too muchso he stoppedand he hasn't gone sincethis place we grew up inwith many mountains and various kinds of green treesa place of all seasonswinter, spring, summer, fallfor fall was the time when they dressed in their fancy clothesthey went to their fancy storesto buy their fancy supplies they considered it a gamethey considered it a challengethey based their life around these man made schedules of time in the name of naturethey told me they were keeping the population from overgrowthto me they were trying to justify their actionswith their stickers on their trucksand the photos that they sharedthe women celebrated with themall i could think was how could you?no one wanted to pay attentionno one wanted to hearfor because i disagreedi was considered the crazy one

  • Yajaira Thursday, 23 August 2012

    (Late) I wanted to be flame I wanted to burn you ...

    (Late)I wanted to be flameI wanted to burn youI wanted to make you bleedI wanted to make you weepI wanted to make you love meI wanted to deserve your love I wanted to be be your waterI wanted to be your precious thingI wanted to you to heal me

  • Molli Gould Wednesday, 22 August 2012

    I dive into the gasoline sheen of the black well&#...

    I dive into the gasoline sheenof the black well's waterhell's aura will swallow me that wayso I go willingly underwith my bridal gown, my urn of ashes, Ophelia's ghost, and my scorpion stingI will face it that way, my loved ones so faraway looking down from the top of the wellI will face the disconnect, the illusion of love cut in half from the black circle and the only orb of sky aboveyour concern to draw me up up, a pail of waterI will tease the darkness with my tonguea snake coiling around the spiral finding bonesstill further still deeper

  • Jenn Wednesday, 22 August 2012

    there was a forest inside of you ...

    there was a forest inside of you waiting to be drawn outi know that place unfamiliar and darkor too familiarand dark at first the urge to recoilthe desperation to hold the forest insidekeep the branches from bursting from your body like Alice's limbsit was too muchflorafauna you deserved them you knowyou were one of them onceyou were wistful and delicate toobut you lost them in that forestuntamed dark with places to hidethey could have protected youthey could have led you away from herthe beauty you craved was there all along waitingthe beauty you forgot was there all along waitingit waited in your pencilsit waited in your water colorsit waited in your pastelsyour acrylicyour oilscharcoalanythingit was thereyou had the power to control the chaos control color and line(like my words)to manifestbut they came and they took your canvassnatched you from your home forced you to stuff it down your throat take it with youtoo young too afraid to let it go you wereyou were wild but it consumed youit shot you downheld you in its vulgar lap forced your head back to watch you bleed

  • Jenn Wednesday, 22 August 2012

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  • francescalia Wednesday, 22 August 2012

    these are wow just wow

    these are wow just wow

  • Krista Wednesday, 22 August 2012

    i see an image of a smiling girl holding up bloody...

    i see an image of a smiling girlholding up bloody antlers in triumphi’m reminded howterrifying the people around me areand how terrifyingly overwhelmingmy emotions areand how dangerous blindly followingour parents might beand how dangerous i ambecause i cannot always stand in the face of what i hateand do something about itbecause i am bent over in tears, agony

  • Imogen Wednesday, 22 August 2012

    It has been a long winter. It doesn't snow he...

    It has been a long winter.It doesn't snow here,but the cold wind off thebay crawls into everything.In this winter I have beenthe wolf,I have been the prey,I have been the blood onthe snow,I have been the witch,I have been the bones.There is a different wind now,blowing through the magnoliasfalling, the only snow.The baby runs laughingthrough the laundry dryingin the sun.Maybe today there will beno wolves, no witchesno snow, no blood, justclean sheets that smell like springtime sun,and the baby laughing.

  • Jessa Marie Wednesday, 22 August 2012

    *camouflage (grrrr)

    *camouflage (grrrr)

  • Jessa Marie Wednesday, 22 August 2012

    5. sufrimiento you think i give a fuck if you cat...

    5. sufrimientoyou think i give a fuck if you catch me inthe act (of bleeding)?i eviscerate myself so you don't have to.you dropped your hunting knifei smear my guts into the soilnourish the roots of these mighty treesyou think they are for me to hide behind?you don't know shitwith your shit-eating grindragging bambi's daddy to your earth fucking pickup truckyou think i give a fuck if you catch me inthe act (of bleeding)?i decorate my forest with entrailssparkling, wet intestine garlandslippery offal ornaments slapping rough brown barkmotherfucker you think you are so cleverwith your obnoxious, showy camoflagewe animals are smarter than you ever could have imaginedwe see your splotches of pea green envymuddying up our evergreen paradise (of pain)dewdrops of traumashine in my dark doe eyesmy soft fawn coatdark like the bark where i've written my past in bloodhe has died, yes, he has diedbut i have risen.

  • Exitonpch Wednesday, 22 August 2012

    Nape You can't know every girl's heart. S...

    NapeYou can't knowevery girl's heart. Some want to reachright in and grab the beatwhile another might smileas she blows a hole through youbefore mounting youon the wall with her other trophies.Wild isn't soft.My nape isn't downy, it's bristly,matted with dirt, flea-bitten, mangy,sleeping under boughs and starsin the rain, eyes downcast, in the heat, panting,nibbling at grass or wild rosesor tame roses if they aren't guarded by fencesbecause thorns or consuming beauty don't mean anythingwhen you're hungry.And then it's overnot how you thought, is it,Diana was the Huntressand led her pack, arrow notched,standing up to Apollo.Don't mistake fair.Don't turn your backsince we may as well face what's coming:inside every smile is a dagger

  • francescalia Tuesday, 21 August 2012

    hellish

    hellish

  • Lorra Fae Tuesday, 21 August 2012

    horrifying.

    horrifying.

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