i wear shorts under my skirt

By Abby Karstrand

I wear shorts under my skirt

Just in case.

If the wind picks up my skirt

No one will see anything.

Deer run into the road

Because they never had a forest.

We see a screen of trees

Along the highway

But behind it

There’s nothing

Bare

So we can have paper to wipe our asses.

I fell flat on my face.

I didn’t want to get up

Because I never had a forest either.

And when the wind blew

No one saw anything

Because

I wear shorts under my skirt.

People curse

When they dent their cars with deer

And their insurance goes up.

I think if I hit a deer

Or if the deer hit me

I wouldn’t be so mad.

But I don’t know

If I would sleep that night.