Only You Know I Could Never Be a Deerheart Slayer
the old mens follow me down grocery aisles. they say, northern girl, how about some canned beets? they say, northern girl, look at this cucumber, they say, northern girl, northern girl, they say, share some Black Jack gum & your hoochie with us. then they unzip their trousers and these guys are so old nothing keeps them up and they’re wearing sock garters and spats. that’s when I runs from them & they say, that old skidoo… that old skidoo.
you know I’m good at giving the old skidoo.
you taught me all the moves.
& maybe later I’ll go tease those old guys at the vfw. it’s just up the road. maybe I’ll run into the woodsman first & he’ll hand me a locked box with bambi’s heart in it. then I can play. then I can take bambi’s heart & hand it to the next mans and say, look, I give you this. and the mans won’t know any better, & then I’ll laugh a wicked queen laugh.
it will reverberate through deerheart chambers
it will reverberate through woodsmanheart chambers & valves even
it will reverberate through
it will reverb
once I counted your chambers; once I counted your heartbeats every night. felt your heart slowing, palm outstretched on your chest, my fingers longgrasping over sinews and skin for something you said or something you hid or something you never had but wanted all along yet