2 Poems by Kyle Kirshbom

Deer Friends

Killed a deer
driving Home
drunk Feet
spread out
clawing a lumberjack blanket

The air

conditioner on Feeling
better
I’ve killed
and forgot

My car’s
hot
tires treaded by
parts
of a carcass across
the dry heated
pavement

His antlers scraped
the road Standing over him
I pointed at his temple
with a squirt gun Washing
him because
blood was getting in his eyes

Drunk on the mattress
alone No sleep Thinking
what I’d do if I ever killed a deer

 ♦

Blaise

The party in my basement was a hooked fish
             struggling to jump
             ship

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Kyle Kirshbom lives in San Marcos. His poetry can be found at Silent Auctions and Sybil, as well as the forthcoming issue of SCAB. Currently working on a collection.

Instagram: kushbom420