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Whom? Love undirected
Is a perilous thing -
Half of completion.
You're waving a loaded gun,
And the slightest jolt
Could set it off.
But there's no Mr Wolf
To clean up the blood
And the brains
That love leaves behind.
Is that the scar
Where I was shot with a silver bullet?
Or was that where I fell?
Russian roulette
With every chamber full.
If I flinch when you say 'I love you',
That's both our problems.
Maybe I just don't want to be
Blown away.

		
1994
© Lela Kaunitz