antlers for almost once dead boys
with a pocketknife we planted seeds
in our skulls. blood throbbing all night long.
on the trail the day before, we watched a buck
chasing a comet. he looked over his shoulder
to tell us "feed the sun." so we did. we baked all day
& all night. offering loaf after loaf of bread.
sun refused to eat until he saw deer had come too.
an antler is a branch from one day into the next.
one body to the dirt to the roots. an antler is a courier.
it took weeks but the seeds did take. in the mirror, now,
an oak tree sprout grows from my skull. soon, i will have antlers.
planets will nest here. i ask them to ward off my hunger.