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Crippled with the Telling
by Jenna Rindo

The doe sank to the side of the road
   her blood steams the spent snow to lace.

The former wife uncrates her wedding gown
   satin fabric stained and wasted away.

The deer and the dated dress we put down.

Pleading eyes beg the stories no one knows–
the archaeology of marriage, the estrous of mammals.

Freedom is thrust on both of us.
We lay crippled with the telling.


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