You walk around with
your finger on the trigger
Dominant eye half way
between front sight and scope
The conversations are loaded
like magazines
with one in the chamber

What's it like to live on edge like that?
What's it like to live one sentence from
a preloaded resentment
and a heart-shaped
bullet hole in your sleeve?
What's it like to
stand in a crowd so alone?

But alas…
I reproach you rhetorically
because I know already,
my sweet grey cloud!
You're a fog
just waiting for the Son to melt you
just waiting for someone to help you
all you have to do
is rest your flailing hands
and take the ones that reach for you

You don't have to rock so tough
because I got you
I get you
I'll turn my cheek a thousand times
but I can only take so many slaps