Don’t Forget Us When We’re Dead

For the first thousand feet you might be seeing things. The grey emerging from the autumn brush. Something taking shape in the dwindling light.

When the deer’s legs finally motion into focus you sigh like a farmer tilling twilight into the earth.

starless night
the crippling ache
in my ovaries

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6 thoughts on “Don’t Forget Us When We’re Dead

  1. Great piece. I especially like that title.

  2. James Branham says:

    I love the imagery and the story told in this piece.

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