i cry during Bambi
you cried in your car after your high school girlfriend tried to come on to you
you and i--
we wouldn't, but--
tonight
or tomorrow
or the next day
we could give ourselves away
we could shoot white deer together in the mountains without a license
the blood from their heads would make cherry snow cones in the powder
and we would have fun savoring the flavor
watching something innocent die
but how would we feel the moment it was over?