27 March 2026

She justifies me

and I tell her what to do.

War made me thinner she says.

I pay more attention she says.

I drink more

and I can be in any room I want.

The earth is getting warmer

but we’re all concerned about the next one.

We look back on all the battles

and we write book after book.

She missed me, but it’s unclear.

There’s a hole in my stomach.

The bullet was sharp.

I can barely remember it.

You can shoot me again darling

I might enjoy taking another.