Development
The city grows
too fast, sends deer out
into the streets, hulking
miracles our greed
sweat out. Someone I knew
took his crossbow on a drive
one night in the middle
of a party at his dad’s house
and strung one up
by her hind legs
in the garage, a bucket
filling up below her
cut throat. We were
kids, but didn’t know it.
There were so many
he said, it’s a shame
not to eat
what you’re given.