Deer Jerky by Orla Simpson

A delightful delicacy for an eight year old

Who considers them her friends

 

I still ate it.

I couldn’t say I remember the taste

 

My father owned a shotgun

I only saw it once.

 

A redneck

rocket scientist

 

The kind with all his teeth

But none of the drawl

 

A trade off.

I wanted to trade back

 

Like a gift

your grandma gave for Christmas

 

Thick knit sweaters

A block of cedar in your dresser

 

13 acres and still

no room.

 

 


Orla Simpson is a student at Durham School of the Arts. She has been published in her school’s literary magazine. She also wrote and helped produce a play through her school’s theater program. She enjoys writing poetry and playing frisbee.