Narcissus on the Hunt —Jennifer Bullis
My favorite is the start of the chase.
The startle, the white of the eye, high-tail
signaling danger. My favorite is being
the danger. What reflects in their eyes
is my power. When you’re as powerful as I am,
they let you do anything. Drive them through
the woods into the net. I can move stags
like the dogs of Diana. Better than the dogs
of Diana! When you’re as beautiful
as I am, you can have anything you want.
Diana in her dressing room, deer in the net.
My favorite is watching them trample
each other. What reflects in their blood
is my hunger. My favorite is feeding
my hunger. I don’t even wait. Grab them
by the throat. I kill them and eat them myself.
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