some cool tree wallpaper you’ve got
I thought I saw a deer disrepair function
from behind one of the trunks
or branch bore back in the beating
bulb of earth the ultimate archive
hard against my love sores plumbing
left exposed my chart my outstanding
balance fails like general directions I stare
dormant when you thought you saw the deer
gape the skid of its mouth offering the neon
of her children to passing canoers
Patrick Samuel lives in Chicago where he earned his MFA from Columbia College. He co-curates a local reading/performance series called The Swell. His most recent work appears or is forthcoming in LEVELER, The Corduroy Mtn. and NOO Journal.