limited edition of 100
Kristy Bowen
(2021)
26 pages
I Was Big Foots Love Slave
At first, we were happy in the woods. Pine sap
and endless games of backgammon. How he'd roll
me into his side while sleeping. The creep of moss
across the floor over our bodies. The perks in dating
a secretive man, the secrets hidden in plain sight. The dog
that belonged to him,but didn't. The fog that gathered
when we fucked, always on the floor. The women he loved
before, all sirens and witches, and me, so human, So typical.
So angry when mud stained the sheets and squirrels
nested in the rafters. So happy to be adored, I'd wash
the cave until my fingers bled. Squash the insects
that crawled from his fur with my red heels, but still
he'd drag the deer he'd hunted, bloody, back to our bed.
Sometimes he'd hide in the closet to pretend he didn't exist.
The dog would disappear for days.