Week Six: "Deer Bones"

deer bones
by max garcía conover

the deer you found lying in the woods on your way back home
you said its spine was like the lines of pines covered in snow
"and the sky" you said "is everywhere and everybody floats"
and then you asked me to call you once in a while so you don't feel so alone

come indoors, come inside
i've got hope in this kind of life

you were looking for the kind of ties that bind and i know i let you down
i went staggering across your yard that time that your father threw me out
morning brings a clean yellow light and i'm thankful for that now

come indoors, come inside
i've got hope in this kind of life
come indoors, come inside
deer bones below the pines

so how to love and how to use our time
and the ties that bind