and now 2 poems by Shelly Reed


they tell me that a .38 caliber
metal teardrop
copper-tipped life changer
doll-face destroyer
just below the right eye
makes me - special

slack face silent
volunteer empaths
holders of the one
Right word that will
change me back -
bullet antithesis
narrowly missed
by an almost


Inching into position
the vacation spies
happily happen upon
moon ripe, belly breath me

his knees are grinding
into the wet, lake possessed

I stretch into admiring shapes


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