poem twenty: targets

This is Day 20 written on Day 21 (playing catch up again!), using the actual NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 20. I used five of the words on the list, and the resulting poem went travelling to the edge of surreal again.

***

I align myself
with your broken
artillery, squandering
ammunition saved

for me on your target:
a willowy decoy
I planted to trick you.
Still the taste of her

lives inside your skull,
a saline truffle
you roll along your lips
and tongue.

Load the bullets, peer
through the sight:
fire, fire, fire –
chase the elusive
into the light.

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