One Gun

Michelle Greenblatt

Cinctures of life
widening
I, in the middle
of them
wind tossing
my body
like paper,

I could
easily
burn

all the poetry
all the letters
movie ticket stubs
dried roses
pictures
like black smokers
smoke curling
upwards.

Arpeggio of you
sounds
I sit
I see your face
It haunts me
as I count

Hundreds
of pills
scattered

(I could
do this
easily)

Behind
the gas station
In the alley
One gun
One shot
He could have
ended
all this.

1.8.04

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