The Clearing
I’ve hated my grandfather since the time he took me elk hunting
and he made me follow tracks for three days with me hoping they’d disappear but
they wouldn’t disappear and we found the young bull in a clearing stomping snow
off the grass to feed when my grandfather’s bullet took it through the gut and
steam rose from the snow where its viscera fell and its eye lolled as it tried
to regain its feet and I cried for my grandfather to finish it but he unzipped
his pants and whistled as he took a steaming piss into the snow.
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Noel Armstrong lives in the Colorado mountains with his wife and kids
and a land porpoise named Max.
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