Young Bucks
by Alexander Eagan
deer, you are frozen
in my periphery
i cannot capture your image, cannot breathe
in-between your bleached bone mounted
spaces, but
your eyes look so sweet
watchful and ever downward gazing
the strange shapes of my shadow
branches and halos
life dashing in and out between pine trees
is all we can capture
we—faggots who can’t assimilate
when he’s done fucking me he
sweetly collects scraps of antler velvet from
in between the metal bars of my headboard
still water. upswinging my pride
upwind and i watch mosquitos dance underwater,
waiting for their turn
Alexander Eagan (any pronouns) is an Austin, Texas based poet who is just beginning to branch out into professional publications as opposed to the odd zine here or there. They can be found on Instagram @TextbookFem or twitter @AlexCEagan.
