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The Assassin after Eliza Griswold In the time it takes <strong>to</strong> slam shut a door <strong>and</strong> feel it then flung open against you he can change his face at will. His body breathes not a whisper of menace, gun slung over his shoulder a guitar on its strap. If I am shot I am shot in the foot with bullets so tiny the wounds barely bleed. I am not meant <strong>to</strong> die. I am meant <strong>to</strong> see <strong>and</strong> weep for what I’ve seen. You asked <strong>and</strong> now you know about my dreams. 6
Waiting for the Cross-Eyed Messengers “I don’t want <strong>to</strong> hurt anyone” is what people say when they mean “I will not be capable of lifting the anger from your shoulders when it becomes <strong>to</strong>o heavy for you <strong>to</strong> bear” The anger lasts as long as the fog of your exhalations on winter days, evaporates like seawater if you leave it where light can <strong>to</strong>uch it, <strong>and</strong> instead of salt grains leaves traces of sadness, which do not weigh you down, in fact are a cluster of small blue balloons that float away from your body <strong>and</strong> you’re left watching them brush against your kitchen ceiling for days before they deflate completely, hovering above your head as you wash the dishes, you don’t try <strong>to</strong> reach up <strong>and</strong> catch their strings anymore, even at one AM, when you’re still awake like it’s some kind of protest, you just sink your wrists in soapy water <strong>and</strong> scrub, <strong>and</strong> wait for one of grace’s cross-eyed messengers <strong>to</strong> track you down, limp over <strong>to</strong> you on that one good leg, <strong>and</strong> plant a kiss on your cheek, sloppy, so when you wake up the next morning you feel it still. 7
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