swerving your father's car home at 3:00 a.m . two lane road all curves and dips -dark woods ,a stream, a patchy acre of teazle and grass . You don't see the deer till they turn their heads
And here's what you do : pick the deer up like a bride .wrestle it into the back of the car the seat folded down somehow ,you steer the car out of the ditch and head home night rushing in through the broken window
Somethings stay with you .Dumping the body deep inn the woods ,like a gangster .The dent in your nose .All your life ,the trail of ruin you leave.