i do believe in zeroed in,
the cross-hairs that mark sudden oblivion,
the cold metal smile, this is no sarcastic grin,
in my mind, i've done you in.

but i love your face.
and i miss your place in my bed,
the soft sinking-in of mass on a gravitational plain.
oh, i want you still, sometimes.

but the ring of your phone,
more precisely the lack-there-of,
is is an air-raid siren: seek shelter, my former love.

if i find my shot, i'll take it,
and obliterate your memory,
swiftly and with efficiency.

01/20/2011

Posted on 01/21/2011
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