In a Traffic Jam

I had decided that the dead deer didn't
have a penis. I stuck by this decision.
The dead deer had been ravaged
by, I assume, scavenging animals
like small mammals, birds, and rodents.
The deer was missing his knees,
I said.
And the deer was missing his stomach,
I said.
I said a lot of stuff. I was just answering
questions. It had been a long day.
So the deer is missing his hip
or his hoof, or whatnot. There is a very
bad decomposing deer smell.
I made the decision I made because
I had to. Some decision was necessary so,
I said,
the deer didn't have his penis.