Gunshot Love
1 min readNov 29, 2018
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