Cupid’s Camaro Strikes
by Oliver Barber Wahl
Dear deer,
do you leap in front of
our cars in search of women?
Prancing about
foolish inside and out
yet maybe there’s something else
Maybe you’re not frivolous airheads
maybe you’re just lonely
Roaming nomads by the road
you spot a being beyond the deer you know
Could taking this step towards them lead to joy?
“Hey, I saw you across the rumble strips, and I-”
Within seconds, your forlorn form crumples
across a bumper
your velvet naivete
piercing the dashboard.