Edge of the Woods
the problem with people:
you can’t trust them, but
you put your life in their hands.
people are notorious
for going on about themselves, driving on the interstate like goddamn lunatics
yet there they are delivering your baby
and inventing ice cream.
anyway
yesterday there were two deer in the backyard.
they lay down in a patch of pachysandra.
they wanted nothing to do with me, though i did trust them to mind their own business.
the problem with deer is avoidance.
they won’t ask for a hand, lead you into a clearing, rip open your world.
you cleave to your own kind,
capable of anything.