The Deer by Travis Shosa

The Deer

Fresh from the forest, they

assigned the deer to a

freeway but

first they feed her

diamond seeds,

sparkling durable things.

They wrap her in

rabbit down and

drop her in

rush hour. She is

prepared: there was a

car crash workshop,

there was a

car crash life.

Commuters careen

around the deer, she

thanks Cernunnos for her

oversized doe eyes,

drinking in collision

like spring water.

Diamond seeds sprout and

bloom, the deer bleats,

“hit me beat me

hit me beat me,

this is all I know,

I’m strong, I’m soft,

I’m stuffed with diamonds,

I just want to be part of the show.”

Travis Shosa is a writer from Spring, TX. Their poetry is featured or forthcoming in Maudlin House, BRUISER, fifth wheel press, Blood + Honey, Genrepunk Magazine, Burial Magazine, The Gorko Gazette, Eulogy Press, Citywide Lunch, and Waffle Fried.