I THOUGHT ABOUT IT
for a moment,
Thinkin’ ‘bout what Buck said, You don’t got it in you.
And Thinkin’ ‘bout whether I miss.
But mainly
Thinkin’ about what
I was gonna do.
Thinking about what I was going to put a hole through,
or who.
I remembered what Frick showed me,
the hole in his chest.
Dime-sized,
disgusting,
bloody
but not
bleeding.








