by Helen Vitoria

six months of: I want, I want, I want
& you are poaching for albino deer
near a white bicycle leaning at the garden gate
there is one tire spinning & I mistaken you as, gone
I tell you the legend of the ghost deer
neither is being considered: the pursuit or the intent to kill
what can be disputed is your domestication,
a vernacular of metaphor, a far gone animal husbandry
with your aristocracy practice & hunting skills,
you look almost honorable in the barren field

Helen Vitoria lives and writes in Effort PA. Her work can be found and is forthcoming in many journals including: elimae, PANK, Mud Luscious Press, Poets & Artists Magazine and Dark Sky Magazine. Her chapbook, "The Sights & Sounds of Arctic Birds," is available as an e-chap from Gold Wake Press, 2011. She has been thrice nominated for Best New Poets Anthology 2010. She is completing her first full length collection: "Corn Exchange," with an expected release Fall, 2011.

Find her here: http://helenvitoria-lexis.blogspot.com