Mule Deer

 

Each deer 
is a kōan—

a half-hidden 
untruth truth, 

a gentle, 
empty expression 

of wisdom 
on their face: 

the silence 
just before 

a thought 
or just after. 

Each deer 
is an enigma, 

their blank 
faces housing 

a delicate 
ambiguity 
of helplessness, 

this delicacy
we use. 

We use 
the weak 

for everything 
but their wisdom. 

We find the 
smallest place 

that we 
can fit them 

and then fit 
them in. 

We find them 
irreparably dull. 

We’ve made 
them into 
ourselves. 

Hannah Rodabaugh

Hannah Rodabaugh holds an MA from Miami University and an MFA from Naropa University. She is the author of three chapbooks, including We Don't Bury Our Dead When Our Dead Are Animals, a collection of ecological elegies. Her writing has appeared or is forthcoming in The Indianapolis Review, Camas Magazine, Glassworks Magazine, Blueline Magazine, Berkeley Poetry Review, Horse Less Review, and many others. She has received grants from the Idaho Commission on the Arts and the Alexa Rose Foundation and has been an Artist-in-Residence for the Bureau of Land Management, the National Park Service, and Surel’s Place. She is an English instructor at Boise State University and a teaching writer at The Cabin.

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