Nov 302015

by Genevieve


Maybe the deer are not capitalists,

do not see each other 

as belonging to one another.


Don’t call them foolish— they vote                                                 


which direction to pursue 

with a mere tilt of their heads.


Perhaps the alpha does not have access to pleasure 

—is pleasure a capitalist peculiarity?—

but to unassuming moments, unaware 

of their potential to be ranked and sorted:


sharp tang of grass,

warm body mounted,

rub of flank on bark,



They could, if we spoke deer,

tell us

but perhaps it’s a language 

not to learn, but to tilt into.