Poetry | Gunshot

I remember
my hands shaking
but only for a second
then, I—
I pulled the trigger

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Poetry | When Things Collide

I am always in love
with the thought of
things colliding—

How the ocean
and the sky meets
in a landscape

How the sun
and the moon
cross through eclipses

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