Dear Cow,

CL Bledsoe


I'm sorry I shot you with my second-hand

rifle when I was twelve. I hated you

because you were my father's, and he'd cussed me

the night before. The rifle, I hated the same.

He only gave it to me because he thought

I was a nancy-boy and didn't know how to kill. I thought

he was right. My father said cows

have thick hides and you were so far away.

I heard you moaning before they found you, bleeding out.

It hurt me. Not as much as I hurt you, I know.




CL Bledsoe has two collections, _____(Want/Need) and Anthem. A third collection, Riceland, is forthcoming this fall. He is an editor for Ghoti Magazine