by Khristy L. Knudtson
I focused and realized your face has not looked this beautiful
since I was a child and since I was your “Muffin.”
I focused and realized your face has not looked this beautiful
since it was illuminated in the middle of these crosshairs.
The smooth, crescent moon of the trigger
carressed by my finger.
The weight of the stock pressed against my shoulder
braced for impact.
i n h a l e
e x h a l e
The primer, the propellant, the bullet proper,
and the picture frame.
An animation, an annihilation, an analgesic,
a photo-glass precipitation.
An exaltation, an affirmation, and
a celebration of liberation.
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