If a Boy Has a Gun in the First Stanza, It Has to Go Off in the Second by Kate Wright
Even if it’s at a party in the woods and you’re seventeen and your mother doesn’t know you’re there and everyone is drunk (especially because everyone is drunk). Even if he thinks you’re on his family’s land and you try to tell him that you’re not and he’s mad, you can tell that he’s mad because he’s furrowing his brows, a vein in the middle of his forehead is throbbing, because he’s like every picture of everyone you’ve ever seen who’s mad, and he points the pistol at everyone who’s talking like it’s some sort of talking stick from the third grade and soon everyone’s talking and he’s waving the pistol around and you’re pointing at the trailers that aren’t his and the four wheelers that aren’t his and the sign by the entrance that doesn’t have his last name on it which has to mean that this land isn’t his but he clicks the safety off anyway and everyone gasps then is silent and you’re sure you’re going to die, seventeen and drunk and in the woods and you face him but your eyes search for places to run, everyone’s eyes search for places to run, and someone’s hand thrusts out a beer and by some miracle of god he takes it, clicks the safety back on, but oh that crack- hiss sure sounded like a
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Chinese, b. 1993, Chengdu, China, based in San Francisco, USA.