I kill my futures like a dream
collapsing and leave only one:
to break the sky into a million
pieces and see what’s behind.

She says my name
like my life depends on it.
It’s an incantation on her lips
and she makes me real in a
future only she can speak.

I don’t waste her love.
It’s the bullet in my pistol.
It’s the calm that keeps these
hands steady as I focus
the front sight and hit bullseye.

Physics heaves us in its
chaos, but I find the line.
The peregrine falcon finds the
starling from 3,000 feet away.
It shatters the distance in a breath.

I shatter the sky in a breath.
Delineate maximum.
X marks the spot.
There’s death in hesitation
so I’ll let this bullet fly.