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Gunshot Love
A shipwrecked pistol came to my room & said it
wanted to sleep. She now lies in my bed. Naked on
the floor, my toes dipped in a blue river, in a fist
of ice, I watch the seawater foam out of her mouth &
wonder if we can kiss. Metal pushing past the broken
gate of my tongue, into my clogged throat. It will kill
me one day, the way anything can kill anyone, so why
should I be afraid? Not the first time I have held
something terrible in my mouth. Words I spit
like careless pebbles once blinded an eye. She lies
in my bed now, a one-eyed pistol loaded with the
death I crave. How does one resist this love, of bullets
in beating hearts, of mermaids eaten by whales. This love
where even a murder by her growling hand would be
glorious.
