National Poetry Month
i wither whether with her or without her
sure shots: a poem (trigger warning: includes drug use & suicide)
Sure Shots
I
she’s strong. like steel.
bullet-proof
she protects her chest in my presence.
I, the forlorn stage coach stick-up artist in pursuit of her hidden treasures.
I rode my fragile ego to the threshold of her heart.
I lifted my tongue like a gun
took straight aim at point-blank range
and….
II
she’s strong. and still.
like deep waters negro spirituals and photos.
her face in black and white imprinted on my mind
like childhood memories
I never want to forget her.
I snuck a camera into her essence.
(quietly so that I would not be discovered.)
I lifted the camera like a newborn baby framed her
and….
III
she’s strong. like will.
she has weakened mine.
I am the alcoholic in denial as her heart pumps red wine and premium crystal clear vodka.
she is the highest quality blend
making me act strange and tell it all.
she is strong and hard to swallow.
I tip her pour her lift her cheer her
and….
IV
she’s strong. like zeal.
she, the savior of the modern world she, the prayer before death she, the peace of one final breath
she, the cure.
my vaccination.
I wither whether with her or without her.
I tapped the syringe three times for good luck
cleansed my arm found my vein
and….
V
It was a dream half-remembered.
I awoke half-drunk with a gun to my head and a needle in my arm. I couldn’t picture it, but I tried. Kodak film was strewn all over the floor.
I stared at the eye on the tripod watching me from across the room.
It has taken forever, but I finally took my shot at her.
i missed.
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