poetry by j matthew waters

no I don’t have a gun

she bought me a gun
just for fun
and in her closet it stayed
tucked away in her sock drawer for
weeks on end

for whatever reason
she never boxed or wrapped
or stuck it in a decorative bag
instead just tagged it with my initials
and birth date and a smiley face

sometimes I wonder
if I need such protection
I told the detective as his assistant
strapped me into the poly

june two thousand fourteen
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