Clay Pigeon
My heart starts
to break
even
before the first shot is fired.
I try to distance myself
to create a space
from which to love.
But you crowd
me into a corner.
Is this me,
snarling?
This bad habit
breaking up with me
has to stop.
Your aim's been pretty good
so far.
"Pull!"
Left to clean up the pottery shards
spread on the ground
a terracotta blanket.
Day 1
November 1, 2016
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