I never asked to be a reindeer

being the only deer

in the family

 

there are articles                                                                       

and photos where

 

my yak hunting coat

seemed to be some kind

 

of dressage display

and my hollow hair filled

 

the air with midnight sun

my father believed

 

that kind of publicity

would only encourage stags

 

so we moved to a 1 bedroom

self-catering apartment

 

where the canopy was high

once when I found a Lappish cheese

 

my father reminded me

I was a symbol

 

of distant good fortune

around the time

 

I found a recipe

in his own hand

 

for smoked reindeer mousse

I began to dream

 

our flat was thick with trees

the limited light

 

empty of everything