take her apart… piece by piece

dissect her (delicately)

count her bullets

learn the

complicated mechanisms

inside her

find the trigger

and leave fingerprints

on   e v e r y t h i n g

recognize the danger

memorize every click

of her capable cylinders

oil the machinery

fall asleep to the heat

in her barrel

take off the safety

on her sexuality

because if

“happiness is a warm gun”

then she’s

a revolver

a. duncan, 2018



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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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