In a first person internal monologue, White Deer explores a love affair, the question of shame and desire, knowledge of the body, the issue of control. Religion hangs over the speaker; the boxes on the page impose a rigid structure, but within them any thought/act/declaration is fair game as the speaker pursues love.
“i am terribly unhappy. should there be more shame in the declarative? who should be prettier? it is so hard to care. poor white boy on the train seems perturbed & boy is it hard not to cozy up to that chub. listen, if you are not a little bit sad you are not paying attention.”