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"How to Kill a Country Girl’s Ego" by Ash(ley) Michelle C.



I pointed at that deer in the brush with my finger held out like a gun.


It was just standing there 

after all it’s white-tailed friends

hoofed off, and it didn’t even turn

to look my way.


I bet I could SHOOT you

if you’re gonna stand in the clear

like that.


Three fingers back, 

pointer finger out, 

thumb up,


I took AIM,

squinted my left eye,

closed my right,

exhaled to steady, steady, steady 

my GUN

like this.


The damn deer 

didn’t move and

I was still pointin’ and

I started feelin’ bad because

I wasn’t even HUNGRY and

even though I don’t have a dollar to my name

my mom is serving me dinner on a nice plate—

as a matter of fact

I’m gaining weight.


So I told myself to put the gun down 

and lower my fingers at EASE


but right before I made  my move of compassion,

that deer turned around lookin’ me straight in the eyes


without blinking 

without shifting 

without shaking 

in its hooves and


there it stood 

straight up 

looking me 

straight down 

like the SOB 

was gonna KILL me now,


it’s eyes locked and loaded,

piercing through my body and

into my SOUL,

just like that.


And I shit you not, 

I was SCARED.


There were maybe 20 meters between us two,

(hold on let me count)

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - it was 31 paces to be exact.


I started to think, 

this DEER is going to DEFEND 

itself and the others that ran off—

rightfully so.


I’m an INVASIVE SPECIES in their land

pointin’ finger guns for fun

with the eyes of a KILLER

so it only makes sense it’d come back

and RETALIATE,


throw its hooves in my face,

give me a BLACK EYE,

sock me in the GUT,

kick me in the HEART, and

leave me good and DEAD.


A split second of self-reflection

and I was SICK with self-disgust.


I turned around with my head down

and walked the other way

sure it would go on its own way…


but when I looked back,

it was still there

still staring at me 

with all the dignity in the world;


and I saw myself from outside and above—IDIOT.


which made me SHRINK inside,

CRAWLING deep down, up into my guts

to hide away from my SHAME.


The TRUTH is, I’m no better than the rest

and I might’ve always been and always be

the countryside’s biggest COWARD

and the world’s biggest FOOL.




Ash(ley) is a country-girl, romantic scum, pastoral eroticism poet. She's genre fluid; and her style—she got it at ross and stock shows. Her poetry has been published in SWAMP, Bullshit Lit, Tiny Spoon and is self-published on the streets in what appears as trash poems.


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