Volume 32, Number 2

If today they shoot me, listen to this

after the shock,       earthworms curl on sidewalks

something made
the shoppers jump
not one was your old teacher

overhead, a chicken hawk.       shortened shadows

I'll eat anything
you decide, seriously,
you decide

space curves on herself—       there is no returning

so it's you?
you're the victim?
I really have to go

—Richard Magahiz