okay, someday you know, you wake up like, "oh, what's left of me won't get me to the next station" — starvation.
or maybe someone comes with a jackrabbit in her teeth and lays the limp fellow at your feet.
or like a mother lays down to nurse her young buck — his hoof and hock snapped clean — wet bone in the blackberry leaves.
she circles. stamps her feet. angry. helpless. grieves.