deer,
entangled,
deer with antlers touching,
us with horns,
hand in ochre hand
an ampersand.
you,
wearing the crown,
deer with antlers touching,
one head hanging
on,
you pull away
and im still here;
I end at the neck.
/about the phenomenon of bucks clashing over territory, and if the antlers become stuck, the stronger buck may tear away and wear the others' head/ something about having another being rot around you/