gazelle

gazelle

you’ve stood up
and stopped
talking

an unwavering
gaze

clips past
your dad

to where
I’m standing
in the stairway

jesus
you’re not even
blinking

and all
I can think
of

is that
this must be
how a
gazelle feels

right before
she’s taken
down

by a panther

© cs moon 2015

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