Her Testimony at the Inquest
I hadn’t dated since the alien
invasion. In this world, love
doesn’t fall from the sky.
He was from the Midwest.
Looked like he could carry
a pickup truck on his shoulders.
I guess I have a type. The glasses
always make them look smart—
reminds me how stupid I once was. I wanted
to see how fast this could go. I timed the shot
with the champagne
they opened at the table. The cork flew
over my head. You learn to get down
when someone shoots one of them. I never
could get used to the ricochets, the rebounds
Blood bubbled up
like it was trying to fill my glass.
What a surprise! Not sure how
he managed it.
I hadn’t dated since the alien
invasion. In this world, love
doesn’t fall from the sky.
He was from the Midwest.
Looked like he could carry
a pickup truck on his shoulders.
I guess I have a type. The glasses
always make them look smart—
reminds me how stupid I once was. I wanted
to see how fast this could go. I timed the shot
with the champagne
they opened at the table. The cork flew
over my head. You learn to get down
when someone shoots one of them. I never
could get used to the ricochets, the rebounds
Blood bubbled up
like it was trying to fill my glass.
What a surprise! Not sure how
he managed it.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson