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In my sleep,
I hear gunshots
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and awaken
with a darting
chest-feeling
to fat raindrops
smacking metal rooftops
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Just yesterday
my English friend asked:
“What is it with Americans and guns?”
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Americans and guns
I count droplets in the dark
lives undone
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