2 Poems by Kyle Kirshbom

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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

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

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