| I never said that there would be no strings attached. The bullet has got me like a hypnotist's gold watch -"Stare deeply into my eyes," it says. The bullet which I placed myself between her breasts is worn and smooth and glamorous between us. I have re-discovered it again and again, in her clothes, in her hair, in her gym bag, on her clavicle, under my tongue, in a heap, by the edge of the sink. I look deep into her eyes and I see two black eyes of rot on a fallen wrinkled apple on the floor of an orchard at the end of a summer. I can feel the taste of the metal bullet in my teeth.
J.R. Carpenter |  |
