my thursday morning
slippered feet
made their way
down the driveway
unaware
of the doe
eating flower bed blooms
in my neighbor’s front yard
i froze
coffee in hand
stooping for the paper
when my eyes found the majestic deer
so robust and noble
standing slowly
silently
stifling a giggle
as she seemed to know which plants
were the priciest
and had taken the longest to cultivate
her brazen way of saying
your quaint little cul-de-sac
is in my field and stream, fuckers
she allowed me to watch her
unafraid
because she knew we were both just girls
trying to find our footing on another morning
our babies needed to be fed
there is a light within females of every species
the wonder of creation
giving oceans inside us
it makes me want to tattoo my stretch marks
to my fertility statue frame
to make my warrior scars more visible
after all
i am a red indian