I used to misfire as much as I wanted
maybe that’s why the bang bang movies
my Dad watches is my nemesis
I jump like the bullets fired from the guns
demand to watch something funny-
that makes my tummy quake.
Like that small earthquake you felt
when you were only 8 years old
now you still jump,
even though I promise I won’t let
you
as a thirty something year old
You have a job taking care of vulnerable people
so I won’t bring the guns
out to play.
I have promises to keep.
Feet crunch in satisfying snow
not the slush
as the time the truck driver had
no time to slow his wheels
the feeling of being drenched
is like accidentally falling
into an ocean
the city girl came back to the island
fell off the edge of the boat
snickers hummed around the crowd
I can still build myself up
when I am sopping wet.
The everlasting drip of the tap
won’t break me.
Or will it?