“
Don’t
make me
get the
gun,” he
HE CAME TO ME. I DIDN’T
me. My canary
told me the
do anything to deserve him. He had
is chirping from
last time I
brown eyes but he didn’t have the
another
showed up.
brownest eyes. I am sorry I didn’t
I’m not tired.
ask his name before he left because
Daddy is over there against a wall,
I loved him and he did something
mumbling something.
for me.
My hand is on my chest and I am
room.
I am related to keeping a loaded
gun in the drawer in the kitchen
feeling the rhythm of my science in a
next to the dog’s leash and
room with severe yellow prosthetic
shampoo. That gun, there, always
walls in it. Taking a bath is a trip. I
tip-toeing through our thoughts.
have an iced gin drink drooling into
Would one of us find a reason?