“shots Fired On New Year’s Eve,” A Poem By Ali Black

“We Look Better Alive”

My auntie ever hid successful nan beforehand closet whenever they started shooting.
That aforesaid closet stored my grandfather’s shotgun, truthful I ne'er understood
why immoderate of america were ever afraid. We could sprout back. This New Year’s
Eve my relative had his pistol and my friend fired nan full clip. Every
loved 1 we cognize successful eden smiled. I held my activity and erstwhile it
was complete I mistook nan drywall particulate from our walls for weapon powder—it
covered my friend’s shoulder. We were dressed successful achromatic and took shots
of cognac. We danced to Future. When nan shot dropped, I forgot to
give my yearly kiss. If I could relive nan night, I’d occurrence nan weapon into
the large achromatic sky.

______________________________

We Look Better Alive by Ali Black is disposable via Burnside Review Press.