Image by Roxana Kenjeeva

Poetry carrion

Nicole Adabunu

the dead deer we saw
on the way to your place,
brain knitted wet outside
its chest, once lighthouse
twice blooded, pulse instinct.
a body shot out of its head
quarters. every car’s a fan tonight,
slowing to watch a heartbeat unheat itself.
who do we rot back to? steel
aluminum stare, ants crawling
the iced unblinking. the radio’s playing
a song about getting undressed.
wanting someone down to the breast
bone. & the vultures dancing halos
at the head, wingwritten crown,
a five second Jesus. & then it’s gone,
you’re driving so fast it breadcrumbs
the memory. when you say shut up i shut
up. to die in front of everybody.
a tomorrow with no tonight.

Nicole Adabunu is a Chicago-based poet. Her work has been published by Writer’s Digest, the Academy of American Poets, and elsewhere. She is an MFA graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, where she was an Iowa Arts Fellow.

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