THIS IS WHY JOHNNY IS IN THERAPY NOW

Johnny goes to get the gun
and Bobby screams as bullets belch
through baluster wood.
Splinters and blood make morbid designs
while
(whoopsie-daisy)
in comes Maisy,
Johnny’s mom.

“Dammit!
Johnny,
give me father’s gun.
What are you doing?
What have you done?”

Bobby is dead,
he’s lost his head
to multiple punctures from fast-flying lead
(though those could argue that the lead
had shred the head
and now the head is merely here and there
and on the bed).
Johnny cries and bursts great sighs,
because it’s always sad when a good friend dies.

Quiet Bobby, …where’s your eyes?

by Nicholas Day