Hunting Season Is Always Has Always Been in the Fall

Okay so when we were little playing in the woods
every time we heard a gunshot hollow and clear

my brother would clutch his chest and fall over
every single time and it worked every time

no matter how many even though after the first
I knew he was faking almost certainly you see

thing was he wouldn’t even break his fall the leaves
jumping a little in their surprise as he collapsed

among them and my screams unloosed
exactly as loud as the gun had but without any

of its concision and still he lies there long enough
a little longer now he stands up laughing twigs

sticking every which way out his face
I am always have always been inconsolable