Shot To Death In A Stranger’s Bedroom

There was one
thought
that seemed both a curse and a blessing
as I looked
down
the barrel of that forty-five.

None of this;
life,
full of illicit loving,
was worth
giving up
for a night
with the neighbor’s wife.

The summer skies are falling
the rooftop sounds like drums,
it’s funny what
we notice when
our lives are
almost done

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