Ways To Dig Out The Bullet
 
When I return from the kitchen with the fresh bowl of
           microwave popcorn it's the part in the movie
where old almond thighs unzips the spleen in
                                              a shadow of linoleum so
that just about any
              ordinary glass of milk ends up resembling
every man's boat mast growling a tight dog knife
             or maybe it's where
                             gravity drowns in a bloody mary of
            hail confusions, riding on the handlebar
of a ripped-up noon sky that longs for a little danger or
                                               at least some ice to tease.
Then, the leading lady climbs out of the chlorinated pool.
 
It's love or it isn't. My girlfriend thinks
                                                the throbbing light is never
rubbed raw and has no chance to bullet. Personally, I
            believe both scenes are
                                           tear-jerkers because of their
stones hitting rock bottom in a skid row of
smooth skin, even if it is only partially wrapped around.