Apartment Poetry Quarterly

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10A Dakotah Jennifer

 

METAPHOR AT 12:47 AM

There will always be a gun at your back. Or
                                                                                              your front. Or
somewhere near where your fear
churns.

And it is not your job to defer the end. Or the bleeding.
It is your job to keep the heart
                                                    pumping.
Its violent living and scarlet song. Some would even
say that
maybe the gun is a
                                                    device.
             That perhaps it is actually
Love.
             Because love can stop the heart's
heaving or push it to a sure
sprint. And
maybe you can stop Love, but it is not your job to. Maybe the

             gun

is a metaphor for Loving and being Loved and fearing the person
who has a gun to your back. That they will
one day use it to kill
You.
And fearing someone with
something you do not have. Or maybe

A gun is a gun,
And you are trying to

                                                    survive.