A CRIME OF OPPORTUNITY I. The guy in the mugshot was arrested for fucking a deer on the roadside covered in blood and fur. A driver passing by dialed 911, probably angry to see a good roadkill dinner going to waste. Would you call him a concerned citizen or an interloper for inserting himself into a public display of affection? Not long ago in Kentucky they had no law against bestiality because the crackers believed in implied consent. My first thought was, a crime of opportunity, unless he left home already wearing fur, looking to score. Can’t face the camera in his orange jumpsuit, wishing he had run away instead of walking. II. Covered with fur and blood, flaccid inside the wild warmth of doe-eyed flesh, weightless, heroic, as if in space, given a mission, permission, a world where comfort and civility surpass the love humanity never offered or entitled, a muffled softening, like first snow, slurring the blur of names and words, sir, the laying on of hands, hoisting his distempered frame into the open door of the squad car, trussed at the wrist like a roaster, oven ready. Everything to come from this moment on is pure; pain, putrefaction, and punchlines. III. walking my klee kai in the backyard dew wets her paws and glistens in the risen sun like magic crystals songbirds twitter the morning minutes a dear passes on the ridge smiling as she disappears into the pines I can admire the graceful form without wanting to fuck her today not when I have a puppy
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I was told I should #triggeralert for #necrophilia and #bestiality
My son chastised me for going there. I will put a reading in the comments.
