My Aunt Refused to Cook It
out back to look
at the dead fawn in the shed
rigored and spotted
on its back
legs bent in
the air as if
striding as if about
to leap
no bigger
than their irish setter
her dad my uncle
had shot
that baby
an accident
and brought
it home
on purpose
why?
didn't want
to waste
the meat
cousin said
i made that week
for uncle
seven mouths
to feed but
fawn meat
we girls vowed
not to eat
and went to sleep
on hunger strike
that left him
livid
