gunshot wound

i learned to run because
crawling didn't get me there
fast enough or far enough away.

i wonder how many times i was
made to feel small to fit into
each hamper or crawlspace.

this is about using my supports
this is about losing illusion
this is about accepting
this is about wartime blues in an ocean of orange and blue.

i soldered my guts together
instead of loosing them again
and walked away without pause.

i stopped the bleeding this time
on my own and without sutures
or wads of gauze.

this is about giving up
this is about letting go
this is about swearing
this is about baring my teeth at the next fucking dog i see.