hollow (point)

today I dodged a bullet 

twenty something ammunition 

disguised as stale carnations

the kind of flowers 

given when sentiments

are especially hollow (point)

today he jumped the gun

twelve gauge blanks

disguised as sweet caresses

the kind of fingers

given when intentions

are especially dry (fire)

oh, most fortunate hesitation

blessing me with 

high caliber clairvoyance

click click, bang

as if to say

girl, get yourself a grip

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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