The Poet Addresses Gun, by Michael J. Henry
I want to read all your writing, especiallyyour suicide note.I want to throw you into the sunbut you’re too heavy, gravity loves you.Still, you captivate me. I wantto touch you, grip and rip.You sleep down by the cool breath of the river.I sleep in a soft bed. Who’s got it better?I pass judgment on you […]
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