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
|At the Holiday Gas Station||John Lee Clark|
|Make Me Human or Give Me Death||May Yang|
|Song: Sweetest love, I do not go||John Donne|
|Last Night||Rose Styron|
|A Study in Perspective||Constance Merritt|
|The New-England Boy's Song About Thanksgiving Day||Lydia Maria Child|
|Anxiety||D. H. Lawrence|
|Tomb in Three Parts||Mary Jo Bang|