Bullet Points

Been sitting here in the chamber
a while now, looking down the barrel so
while I saw this coming,

that does NOT make it easier,
trust me.

Him finally putting the barrel to his head —
fuck no. I was not meant for this, so

when he at last squeezes that trigger
and the pin hits me in the ass,
I flat out refuse to fly;
I stop when I kiss his temple.
I just sit there.

He turns the barrel to his eye
and stares at me.
Bursts into tears,
shakes me free.

I’m lying on the carpet
twenty, thirty minutes
when the sumbitch decides
to try again…and I’m thinking,

ah fuck,
Tommy’s next,
I bet he don’t give
a shit how this guy
ends up —

and he doesn’t.