Punched Clean Through.

Punched Clean Through

by james bezerra

It has

occurred to me

more than once,

that I may

just be

a spent shell casing.

15 years ago my buddy

bought a police auction

Ford POS,

used in a bank robbery.

The floorboards still jangled

with empty brass cases.

If the destiny of a bomb

is to go off,

of a bullet to fly,

of me

to be in love with you,

what do we do now?

That car ran great though,

with only

a single circular hole

punched clean through

the driver’s door,

and some stained upholstery.

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