Into the dark of the show shines a door
Five dead in the last four weeks           nothing but deadlines
Tomorrow      Commencement
Silence a number of thoughts

Once I lived in a word she could have said
I’m glad she didn’t say it
She kept it in her box and popped it out repeatedly
The projection booth was a convenient spot

The dorms turned out to be something like a gulag
Woke up one night shaking awake my roommate in my sleep
Don Allen shot himself with a .22, bullet rattled around his rib cage, survived
I always liked handling a gun

I’m glad she didn’t say               what she said                   Love

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