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Cornered : KELLEY JEAn WHITE
JOHN HORVAATH Jr.: Then she touched it

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Cornered
KELLEY JEAN WHITR

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KELLY JEAN WHITE
Cornered

I vowed Id never own a gun. Vowed Id never take drugs. Vowed Id save up my money. Vowed Id never change. Then I heard the shot. Ran down the street to the corner, and you were crouched there in the corner, your small hand wrapped around a gun, and that boy, the angry brother youd shot-- It must have been about drugs. I believed it could change. Id pay anything, any amount of money theyd want to treat you. Money Id saved for your college. We were cornered. Trapped. Youd forced a change of plans. I took the gun. Put it in my pocket. Drugs. Honey you just shot your last chance at life. Crap shot for some little bit of drug money, some little bit of love, drug selling on that bitchs corner. And whered you get a gun? Howd you come up with the change to buy that damn thing? To change your whole life with one shot. All your life Ive been gunning for you. Now youre wanting money too much, hanging down at that corner with all of them shooting drugs, pissing away their life with drugs in their veins and didnt you watch them change? Didnt you see the puke down in that corner? Didnt you watch them shoot up and toss the money in the garbage. Some Son-of-a-Gun Druggie speaking to you, my only son, shot for a bitty piece of change, money Id saved for you, Goddamn corner. Goddamn gun.

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   JOHN HORVATH Jr
   Then she touched it.

No one wants to die alone, last words
echoing emptily against no one as if
they had not been spoken, as if had they
been spoken nobody cared to listen, as
if ones death simply could not exist.
Blood dripped from her fingers like
a head of suds overflowing its public
cup, the mug taking on a startled look
as it hit the floor and I said, here now,
I'll buy you another. When she smiled.
I took her bright wrist to my lips for
a last kiss. A long kiss. As a man who
for several years had been deprived of
woman. As a dog to its returning master.

I kissed it. From the floor. She smiled.
   




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KELLEY JEAN WHITE, Pediatrician, worked in inner-city Philadelphia and now works in rural New Hampshire. Her poems have appeared in journals including Exquisite Corpse, Rattle and JAMA. Her most recent books are TOXIC ENVIRONMENT (Boston Poet Press) and TWO BIRDS IN FLAME (Beech River Books.) She received a 2008 PCA grant.


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