Some nights
before blackout drunk
hid
the hollow-point bullets
to the Colt Mustang XSP
my grandfather gave me for graduation,
cold, black dull death
like an adder
put the gun out of reach
out of sight.
***
I did not want the end
so easy, so ready.
So final.
Because
I would wake up dead
and go –
oh, shit,
that was a mistake.
***
