“Talk into my bullet hole.  Tell me I’m fine.” – Denis Johnson

 

if my wounds could talk

i would give them a jar to speak into

so i could screw a lid on tight and my

skin / sinew / beating heart would be safe from the bullet

oh to be empty and complete in purpose like a hole

that doesn’t need to be filled, tell /

yell / scream into the hollowed out space of me

just say i’m

here / still / fine