Paris, France apartment, 2015
I don't know what I'm going to do with
It.
This
Shirt.
See it on the bed.
It's covered
With blood.
Whose blood is it? It's monstrous
What a bullet can
Do. I think I'll put
It away.
It's covered. I don't know what I'm going to do with it.
They were shooting, and they wouldn't
Stop.
All I remember is that
Man,
The man in red, and those hands,
His hands.
With all of his strength, with the greatest reach alive,
He grabbed my arms and lifted me up and
Out. But
This shirt.
It's
Covered.
I don't know what I'm going to do
With it.
I think I'll put it
Away.
C.A. MacConnell
