I been told a thousand times
that holster on my hip
ain’t the only way to make a stand
then they steal (name it healing)
strip the bullets from my mind
jack me up to kick and twist
electricate both lobes until
élan succumbs to gravity
stars flicker GOD points a finger
points THAT finger says christ
not you again—if I had a star
for every time… Ain’t that cold
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Daniel Duggan @dandugwriter, 2022: “I stand wonky, curved spine always telling the wrong time. This poem is above the back of the stars, where the stolen go to play. Creative and innovative.”
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