The air, thick
with gun smoke
from three bullets
fired into
the violent, spoken
words of a man,
hung the man,
hung the words
as a ghost
that found
no cloth to soak
or light to catch
& yet, he said
these words to touch
the disturbance.
“Lady, You Shot Me #14” was printed in Tracks, No. 9 of Inwood Indiana. Pick up the paperback from Prolific Press; the stories and poems published online are free to read here.
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