Close Range

Jennifer Paige©1996

“Shots Fired at Close Range”

            And she laughs

Spewing joyously evil laughter over her fresh coffee

            And hot off the press headlines

There are spots on her face and coat

            Like she’d been splattered with mud

            From last night’s rain

But at close range it’s reddish-brown

Like blood

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