Day 14: Mail
He shot me dead...
right there in the middle of the grocery store
"Boom"... came the sound from his tiny voice box
by a 3-year-old whose mother never even seemed to notice that
the toy gun she allowed to be placed into his tiny hands
the toy gun gripped by chubby innocence and accompanying sound effect
directly at me as I passed by...
The same evening when I got home, my ballot was in the mail
and I knew exactly
I had come to be murdered by a 3-year-old while buying groceries
And I too am holding a weapon
my voice matters
his tiny voice matters
and the time has come to