a timid squawk, peeping out from
behind the blinds, like a frightened gradeschooler
waiting for the 11 rounds to be split into your brain.
ravage your cabinets, looking for 30round clips, while they
throw your grandmother out into the rising ocean
that just removed the beach, what was that?
Did you just let your slipper squeak against the hardwood?
with the words MADE IN USA
so proudly imprinted on the side.