Loaded Gun (Zimmerli Art Museum Poetry)

I smirk.
I hinder.
Loaded gun—makes me shiver.
I smash the barrel—down my throat.
I shake.
I quiver.
Loaded gun—everyone knows I can’t deliver.
My finger slips,
I pull the trigger.


About laurenfedorko

Aspiring writer. English teacher. Philosophy: know more about the world than you did yesterday and lessen the suffering of others.
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