by Leigh Ann Sevastian
I I meet you in March fur still wet and guts still red but April rots you. II Now a cold rain comes batters your bloated body and you come apart.
About the Contributor & Piece
Leigh Ann Sevastian (they/them) is an English & Literary Studies major with a minor in Human Rights & Genocide Studies. They really love the outdoors and Northeastern wildlife.
“I wrote this pair of haiku about a deer carcass on Ramapo Valley Road that I saw every day for at least a month during the spring semester, and that needed to be memorialized.” – Leigh Ann Sevastian