To all the deer, doe, and faun on the side of the road at night—whether literal or metaphorical—this poem is for you.

Photo by Yangfan Gan on Unsplash

Doe, make sense to me.
Eat your grass by the side of the road
and jump towards the lights.
Keep your family distant
so they can’t see you die.
Make it, so they can’t understand
a doe like you.

Oh, doe, in the night,
too close to the street
to hear the warning,
Steer clear of the ones
with reviving engines
and blazing eyes.
But you can’t hear
because you’re too busy
licking leaves and searching
for fallen fruit.

Doe, do something
only I could understand,
walk in the middle of the road
with your eyes closed.
Doe, don’t be afraid of my light.
I’m only a bike in the night
with peddling feet
surprised by your presence
along the path.

Aigner Loren Wilson is a queer Black SFWA, HWA, and Codex writer. Her work has appeared in Arsenika, Terraform, Rue Morgue, and more. She was listed on the honors list for the Otherwise Fellowship award for 2019. She also writes or edits for Strange Horizons, Nightlight Horror Podcast, Oly Arts, Discover Pods, and more.

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