late one evening she called me to say--
she would not allow him to take it from her
if anyone was going to take anything
it had to be her
her uncle's 38-special
she told of how the bluing had worn off
how she never unloaded the hollow points
how its annular edge of steel tasted of artesian waters
I know what hollow points do
she did not call to say goodbye
when we were younger
we found a cavern beneath a field
coming up I caught her
she would have fallen forty feet
lost in grasses
she gave herself to me
dusk pinpricked with fireflies
warmth still lingering on rocks
I made her promise
that's why she called
asking
wanting
begging it back
western sky all bloody with light
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