Dogs 2010

RICOCHET
(12/1/10)


she raises
her weapon
and angrily
fires

the target
of her fury
is not even
in the
room

bouncing
off the ceiling
floor
and a few
walls
her ire
strikes me
directly
in the heart

I blast
back
without thinking
and there
we stand

staring
unsteadily
both
a bloody
mess

only
the next day
is the friendly
fire
explained

we almost
laugh
at the confusion
but not
quite

we each
hold
our recent
emotional wounds
warily appraising
the other
while tentative
smiles
crack
our carapace
faces

the laughter
will return
but the scars
will itch
incessantly

we wait

we remember