the bullet is his whole life.
his mother named him & the bullet
was on its way. in another life
the bullet was a girl & his skin
was a boy with a sad laugh.
they say he asked for it—
must I define they? they are not
monsters, or hooded or
|1815||Surprised by Joy||William Wordsworth|
|1633||The Pulley||George Herbert|
|1609||Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea (Sonnet 65)||William Shakespeare|
|Chosen by the Lion (audio only)||Linda Gregg|