My grandmother only calls me to complain about deer and their incomplete bodies. Her backyard gutters with fog, so they bother her piecemeal. On monday she finds antlers stitched into moss and forsythia. Or on…
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Avery Yoder-Wells (they/them) is a queer poet who does actually own a deer bone (it's a shoulder!). Their work can be found in the Connecticut River Review, Peach Magazine, Mausoleum Press, Aurora Journal, Ice Lolly Review, and elsewhere. They lurk on Twitter at @averyotherwise.