Called and I stand at his door. Shoot me, he says. I laugh my sidearm holstered. Pushed aside by those above us. I watch him light a fire. and He is shot. But not by me.
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My cat will only live another seven years. Lucky her.
My washing machine is broken again, it isn’t draining again. And then I’m at a McDonald’s eating again. When a man with a gun and a list comes through and shoots the woman in front of me. He pushes the hot gun against my head. And for a brief moment, I feel fear. But then […]
Heading east on 70 at three in the morning. Between Junction and Abilene. Red and blue lights. On both sides. Troopers and an ambulance. Nobody in a hurry. A white SUV in the median. A white body bag next to it. Loaded. Heading east on 70 at three in the morning. I thought I would […]
I saw a friend there. From McClellan. We staged the trucks Machine guns And bullets. We rode out hungry and cold. Muddy roads and snow.
The problem with life is you think it should have meaning. So you grow up and work hard to get into college, to get a job, to get married, to have babies to have meaning. But the thing is, there is no meaning. They buried their dead in tombs of stone because they believed we […]
I was once trapped in a room with a navy wannabe who wanted to know how I cleaned myself after shooting a motherfucker. I kept quiet. And he went away with noise and anger. I have been hit. I have been bitten. But always I have never.
For so long I have wanted peace. In the green hills of Washington covered by weeping trees. I walk amongst them confessing my sins. They listen they do not forgive.
And then we missed retreat. While stacking footlockers And breaking in. Because the babies were up And housing wouldn’t be in until Reveille.
He’s losing his teeth one by one. And then all at once.