her
claw
sits
in your desk drawer
yesterday
with a pack of heelers
a
ten mile chase
uphill
left
her cornered
your
bow n arrow
pointed
at her spine
a
sleek brown
mountain
lioness
ninety
pounds
tried
to escape
pierced
from
your weapon
bloodied
her
lungs punctured
she
slumped
a
trophy in your truck
her
meat remains
between
your teeth
soy
sauce, sherry, garlic, blood
sweet
marinade
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