I resent the ones that can't tell an errant glance from a second look
And the time it takes to slap your ass back to the monkey's path
I resent the nit I'm made to pick with a dead prick
And the shotgun your mom slept with when I wasn't there
Like the Mossberg you used when you made your last decision
She could have sold it had you been a better coward
Instead of the kind you were when your finger found the trigger
Did you feel like a man made to bloom like a Kodiak sun
Angry at the sky and preemptively proud
Of all the red you'd make
Devil, absent of the Hell you left behind
Jun 18, 2023
Kodiak
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Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
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Kodiak
Raw, straightforward. Leaves me feeling both angry and empty. Amazing final line that wraps up the emotion I felt in the entire poem.
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that last line
Thank you so much. Though I am sorry to leave you feeling such things, I also, as you likely know, am very much not. The last line got fixed right at the end.
It was going to be absentee devil of the hell you left behind
I like the title, Kodiak. It
I like the title, Kodiak. It reminded me of the idiom no man is an island—which I feel ties back to this piece in a couple ways. It's short but felt whole.